Aleksandr Blok

There’re the moments: the life doesn't order
Thunderstorms and disasters for us,  
Someone will put light arms on your shoulders,
Someone - send a bright look to your eyes.

And all earthly at once will be thrown
In the bottomless gulf of the dark,
And above it will slowly grow
Silence - seven bright hues in the arc. 

And the tune, so youthful and sole,
In the silence will gently wake up – 
Lulled by life, strings of beautiful soul,
That is strained like a beautiful harp. 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January 1995 - March, 2002