O.Mandelstam, All The Bonds Of That Earth... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

All the bonds of that earth captivity
Hardly could I overcome that day,
And is fettered from my head to my feet
With the heavy armours of disdain.

Sometimes he is tender to me, driving me,
Following me - my double self;
He, as me, is quietly inevitable,
He is nestled to me and closely.

That time, hiding the denouement, the upshot
I had called myself onto the tournament;
I had torn off mask off myself also
And caress this world with a contempt.

I'm not worthy yet to my depression
And I have the last and utter dream -
Hear the loud boom, the fatal and short one,
Of my patterned round shield.

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