Serghey Esenin. Letter to Mother

                Serghey  Esenin

                Letter to Mother


                Are you living, my old chap?

                I'm living. Hi, my hi!

                Lets be light over your a hut,

                Lively likes an evening' sky.


               
                They write me, you are disturbed,

                And of me are so troubled.

                That go out on the road

                Everyday in old your garment.



                And in evening in a blue light

                You're seeing my sad a life;

                Likes in drinking-house' fight

                In my heart was hit a knife.



                Nothing dear! Be a calm.

                This' the only hard a dread.

                I'm not in drinking charm,

                That don't see you and be dead.



                And as usual I'm so kind,

                I am dreaming in my mind.

                My so heavy anguish heart

                Backs me in your tiny hut.



                I'll come back to you by spring

                When thy garden's branches grow.

                Then don't up me in the morning

                Just sunrise eight years ago.



                Do not wake up what was dreamed,

                Don't disturb what was elapsed.

                Early loss, fatigue was deemed

                In my life, I felt, which passed.



                Do not teach me pray. Don't teach!

                I can't come back in old times.

                You the only joy and preach,

                You the only fable's light.



                So, forget what was you worried,

                Don't intense so sad of me.

                Don't go out on the road

                Everyday in old cloth thee.


                1924




                Translated by Vasiliy Panchenko (vipanch),

                2012