By Bella Akhmadulina
Excited, laughing, instigating,
In hopeless such melancholy,
Near Batumi she was staying,
On Mekhanjauri sandy coast.
So proud she was, dreaming,
That she was river, and thus naked
Has entered sea waves, teasing,
And touching them with her hand.
Got free from cloths excessive all,
She strove to go next and forth
Obliquely to the sea wave row
She took off linen, downfalled.
And view of swarthy skin of arm
Was of some trouble for the others,
Where the colour of the brown
Was turning lighter in white colour.
She laughed with pleasure,
Plashing palms in water joyous lights,
And rainbows were rolling leisure
Over her head and shoulder lines.
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