|Teen Poetry #2|
|If by life you were decieved...|
since 1999-08-18Posts 1867
*This is another one of my translations and again, it's from A. Pushkin.
If by life you were decieved,
Don’t be somber, dont’ be mad!
In the day of grief, believe
That the merry day’s ahead.
Heart is living in tomorrow;
Present is dejected here;
In the moment, passes sorrow;
All that passed, will now be dear.
"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
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