Mikhail Lermontov

The people of Israel, cry, cry!
You lost your star, divine and blessed;
It will not ever light the sky -
And dark will catch the earthly place.
There is, at last, a single man,
Who'd lost the whole world at that;
Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains,
He sought her trace's easy shade!


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2000
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, May, 2001