TATITERA — К ней

Elvina, dear friend, come, give me your hand, I wither — end this heavy dream of life; Tell me… shall I see you, and for how long a parting Am I condemned by fate?

Will friend never look upon friend again? Or are my days covered in eternal dark? Will morning never find us In the arms of love?

Elvina! Why in the hours of deep night Can I not embrace you with delight, Turn to my beloved eyes full of longing And tremble with passion?

And in mute joy, in the bliss of pleasure Hear your sweet whisper and quiet moan, And softly in modest darkness, for the languor of waking, Fall asleep beside my beloved?