TATITERA — Сияла ночь! Луной был полон сад!

The night shone. The garden was full of moon. There lay Rays at our feet in a parlor without lights. The piano was fully open, and its strings trembled, As did our hearts at your song.

You sang till dawn, fainting in tears, That you alone are love, that there is no other love, And I so wanted to live so as not to drop a single sound — To love you, embrace you, and weep over you.

And many years passed, weary and dull, And now in the night quiet I hear your voice again, And it breathes, as then, in these resonant sighs, That you alone are all life, that you alone are love,

That there are no insults of fate and the heart's burning torment, And life has no end, and there is no other purpose Than to believe in the sobbing sounds, To love you, embrace you, and weep over you!

And every sound is like a confession without fear, Like a cry of love dissolved into the night, Where there is neither pain nor mute collapse — Only you and I, and silence keeps still. [?]

And if morning again scatters the secret And light destroys the ghostly peace — I will still return to you by chance In dreams, in verses, in breath with you. And though the years may erase the features of a face, And the voice become an echo in the quiet — You will live as an eternal particle, As a song that sounds within me.

That there are no insults of fate and the heart's burning torment, And life has no end, and there is no other purpose Than to believe in the sobbing sounds, To love you, embrace you, and weep over you!