*Another one of my translations from Russian. This is a poem by A. Pushkin.
Why undeveloped aggravation
Feed with the omnius belief,
And thus, the certain separation
Expect with timidy and grief?
Itís not that long until dejection!
In calmness of the barren fields,
You will bring forth the recollection
Of days youíve lost throughout the years.
Misfortunate! then, youíll be ready,
With price of death to pay the debts,
To buy a word from darling lady, --
The light resounding of her steps.
"I will not whole die, my soul in sacred lyre,
will outlive my dust and will escape decay,
And in the moonlit sphere, my glory will not tire
As long as poets still remain" A. Pushkin