My dear friend that's farther now than overseas,
Here are roses: take and stretch on them alone.
My dear friend that took a treasure, swiftly seized
Top expensive of the earthly things I owned.
Sad, I sense deceipt. I'm robbed and out of place:
As a keepsake, not a note, nor a ring.
I recall the smallest dimple on your face.
You're amazed eternally. Memories cling.
I recall these gazing and requesting eyes,
So inviting, urging me to sit nearby,
And a smile, from a Distance of huge size,
Worldly flattery of one about to die.
My sweet friend that left to sail forever now,
There's a hill that's new among old mounds, one more.
Pray for me in Heaven's haven, don't allow
Newer sailors to set sail and flee my shore.
Перевод стихотворения Цветаевой Милый друг ушедший
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