Zinaida Gippius

A wave boils with its foam, freezing,
And dissipates – just only once,
A heart could not to live with treason. 
No treason! Love is one for us!

We may be angry, may be reasoned,
Or false – but heart did not decline 
To black adultery, to treason:
Our soul is one – our love is one.

In its monotony and emptiness,
All life could usually be gone…
And in this life as long as endless, 
Our love is one, yes, always one.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000