Хочу у зеркала, где муть И сон туманящий,...

I want the mirror where dregs
And a foggy dream
I try out - where you go
And where is the refuge.

I see: the mast of the ship,
And you are on the deck ...
You are in the smoke of a train ... Fields
In the evening complaint -

Evening fields in the dew
Crows are above them ...
- Bless you on everything
Four sides!
(c) M. Tsvetaeva