Fedor Tyutchev

Oh, those eyes! I have them known!
How I loved them -- knows God!
From their night of charm and throe,
I couldn't tear away my heart. 

Her gaze, so fathomless and endless,
Which bared life to whole base,
Reflected such enduring sadness,
Such terrifying passion's depth!

It quivered, gloomy and retired
To her eye-lashes' thickest shade,
Like love's enjoyment, fully tired,
Like suffering, induced by fate. 

And in this moments of sensation,
I never could be able to cease
Meeting it, void of agitation,
And marveling -- without tears.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October 2000