Aleksandr Pushkin

How sweet it is!... But, gods, how it is dangerous –
To hear you, to caught your dear gaze!..
Can I forget your smile, your looking, languorous
And talking, magical and full of inner blaze?
O, fairy, why… why have I seen you ever? –
Had known you, I got the Heavens bliss
And cursed my Eden in the flaming fervor.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April 3, 2005