На снежном костре - пер. А. Блока

And there raised up highly
The fire over the crucified on cross.
The nights were going in the height
Indifferent, with eyes in snow.
The young nights walk, their sisters are
The spinners of the winters.
They gaze with their opened eyes
And whirl white smoke pretty.
With their winged eyes they look from
The highest height and tenderly.
Let you, the fire so light,
Raise round cross, play cheerly!
In the snow mask, oh knight mine,
In the snow mask, please, burn!
Isn't me, who'd sung and loved
Kissed you from one dawn till dawn?
Well, be also my lover, oh my knight,
I'm lean and nice.
Oh my knight, with snow blood
I was faithful for your heart.
I was faithful for three nights,
I was curling and called you,
I suggested you to look in eyes,
And the fair wings brought, too...
Let you be burning, bright and light,
And I shall - with my such light hand
Spread your light ashes alongside
The white eternal snow plain.