Aleksandr Blok

This night on track, that’s single and narrow,
Passed by two shadows, void of mirth – 
The two who’re predestined forever
To be the poles of the earth –  
 
And separated in the morning,
And every one of them preserved,
Another heart’s and mind’s belonging –
For ages different sense and thought.

And by a chance in shadows mingled
With native leaves the alien ones
In secret copy a beam, single – 
To gain the features they had once.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2002