Aleksandr Pushkin

Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
Just  blow out candles mourning  
And let my dreams in blessing move. 
Let from my soul disappear                    
The separation’s sharp rebuke!
And let me see that dear look,
And let me hear voice that dear.
And when will vanish dark of night
And you will free my eyes at leaving,
Oh,  if my heart would have a right
To lose its love till dark of evening!


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 2000