Aleksandr Blok

Why, why forever to the deadly line
I�m pushed unpityingly by blows of the Fortune?
Whether all this, including life of mine,
Are only moments of the endless torture?
I want to live, tho� heart hasn�t joy inside,
And happiness is just a tale to know,
But I am called in distance by some light,
And it is seemed, that I can have its glow.
Maybe, �tis just a spirit � this far blaze!
Maybe, my hopes are lost any ground!
But there � afar, in the unearthly space,
Its rays are ever beautiful and proud!

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March, 2002