Aleksandr Blok

I seek salvation.
My fires blaze on mountains� far heights   �
The realm of night is in a glare.
But brighter blaze my spiritual sight
And You�re afar � but are you real there?
I seek salvation.

The starry choir sings solemnly in skies,
I�m cursed for good by every generation.
For you lights my bonfire on the heights.
You�re conjuration.
I seek salvation.

The tired choir of stars calms down, yet.
Night goes away with apprehension.
There You descent from far hills in sunset.
I craved for you. To you my spirit�s spread.
You�re my salvation!

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March, 2002