Mark Lisyansky

Shall I ever have my strengths to flee,
From the blossoms of the apple-tree,
From the spring of heady birches’ stuff,
From the people, whom I so love,
From the dawn, the rainbow, the verse,
And from you, from music, from the birds,
From storm’s peals, I’ve still not heard from height,
From my tears I’ve still not out cried?…

Shall I ever have my strengths to flee?


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2001