Aleksandr Blok

Here we live in ancient chambers
By the water strings.
Here at spring the gladness rambles,
And the river sings.

As the gaiety's first message,
With the first spring gales,
There will pour the blazing azure 
In the doors of cells.

And quite full of sacred shudder
Of the years of dreams,
Through the fields we'll gaily ride in 
Bless of dazzling beams.  


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 1994