Aleksandr Pushkin

It is last time in cozy isolation,
Lares of ours are hearing my verse.
My dear brother of Lyceum's years,
I share with you the trice of separation.
They're gone the years of attraction --
The times of faithful friendship's bands.
Farewell, my pal, enlivened;
Don't separate yourself, my friend,
From Freedom and from Heaven!
Cognize the love, that I don't know else,
The love of hopes, and delights and pleasure,
And days of yours, by flight of dreams in azure,
Let soar in a happy peaceful place.
Farewell! And where I'm chanced to be: amidst a field of action,
Or in the peaceful field of my beloved land,
I trust to friendship to my end.
And let, if fate will grant my exhortation,
Let will be happy every your good friend!


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver
January, 2000