Избавь меня Избавь меня от зрелища пустого края...

Spare me

Deliver me from the spectacle of the empty edge of the bowl

              in which there is no coin of your mercy

Now,

When falling dark around

The rags tangible from the brightness of the banners

Instant of compressed eyelids

Perhaps this is the best moment beautiful

Oh if I saw without blinking

Glory to Your floral puddle

And the pond and creek dear forget-me-nots

Flow

Now rattling unwinding the chain

Hammerfighter Stargazer

And these here

Around are fearing tremble and as if waiting for news

Now the hour of the lips that are silent

There must be a perfect hour of silent lips

Oh if my air

Could melt the wax among the flowers of gold

I would swim with them

Above the stars buzzing sail

And for a long time it was hard for their honey to rain

In these viscous fields

Then the earth would have become a mug of outstretched hands.

But you - what silver you put yourself to burn in

close circle?

What fish threw a beggar in this butter for the sake of torment?

You are you

But just as you gave us a holy escape

          tree bridge to your near shore?

Here he was taken and cut dry

Here, save me.

Henri Volokhonsky.