Мой день беспутен и нелеп: У нищего прошу...

My day is dissolute and ridiculous:

I ask the beggar for bread,

I give to the rich for poverty,

I’m threading a needle - a beam,

I hand the robber - the key,

Whitewash blush pallor.

A beggar doesn’t give me bread

The rich don't take money

The beam doesn’t fit into the needle

The robber enters without a key,

A fool cries in three streams -

Above the day without glory and to no avail.


Marina Tsvetaeva