B.Akhmadulina, The New Notebook - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The new notebook
by Bella Akhmadullina

I'm confused and timid before paper,
The new and clear paper, as a piligrim
Is staying before temple.
As the admirer skilful dropp his eyes when see
The fresh and fair face of a maiden.
As if a schoolboy, I'm nursering with greed,
Then torturing all it and staining
With my another plan,
Another great idea. When
The clear writing lesson finished,
I turn the page, which crippled was by me
With my excessive handwriting ashamed.
So into depth of notebook sink,
As in the wood wild, I'll disappear,
And reckless and alone keep
My shining penalty, my wreath.