You are always so strange and so new one,
And I serve to you harder by time,
But your love, o my strict friend, is suffering,
As the test with the fire and iron.
You forbid me to sing or to smile,
And to pray - that's the earlier ban.
But, in spite of that, I don't want parting,
And the other ways - careless of that.
So alien to earth and to heaven,
I'm living without a song.
As if you had taken from eden,
And from hell - my beforetime free soul.
Ты всегда таинственный... - пер. А. Ахматовой
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