Anna Akhmatova

I drink to home, that is lost,
To evil life of mine,
To loneness in which we’re both,
And to your future, fine, -- 

To lips by which I was betrayed, 
To eyes that deathly cold,
To that that the world is bad and that
We were not saved by God.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, February, 2001