Aleksandr Pushkin

The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes
Are turned to you as well intently.
So, play and sing, friends of my years!
Lose very quickly passing evening,
And, at your heedless joy and singing,
I will be smiling through my tears.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 1999
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, December, 1999