Valery Bryusov

Don't think of something small or earthly,
If blasts a fateful storm above --
And don't be shameful of your fear,
Just bend your head before your dear.
Your pliant heart is joining, gladly,
The Genesis by means of love.

Your love comes like a cloud, potent.
Pray, when you've caught it in your sights!
Don't let your heart to be persistent,
Don't get aside, but be assistant!
Regardless of who'd brought the goblet --
It has a gift of sacred heights.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 2000