Magic Violin Nikolay Gumilev

Darling boy, You are so merry, your smile is bright and clean,
Don't ask for this perfect happiness, poison for all our worlds...
You don't know, You don't know what this polish violin means,
And what other secret horrors hide in initial accords.
 
Someone who owns her body in his imperative embrace,
Should forget a peace in soul and lose placid light in eyes;
Helly spirits like to hear these divine and regal plays,
Raging beings are rambling on the violinist's trace.
 
Always to be beating, weaving these clear strings in every sound,
The eternal frantic bow will cry, weep in time across...
And in downpour, in hail, and on white and wild ground,
And until the west has flare, and when blushing east has growth.
 
You'll tire, and die away, instantly the song will worse.
In that time You cannot even lift a finger or make breath,-
In the moment wild wolves will catch Your troat in its jaws,
In a blooded frenzy motion they'll get up to your breast.
 
You'll be reason in that moment how sounds has been laughing
And blood-thirty frights thicken at your terryfied eyes,
And the freezing deathly cold shackle up all in and out
And your bride will be in tears, and your friend will fall and rise.
 
Young boy, keep moving! There are no treasures near here
But I see Your  gaily smile, your glance is like the rays...
Do it, well, posess the violin, look at twinkling eyes of fear
And be lost by glorious passing, by the violinist's death.

Translated 16.06.2000