Behind the looking-glass У зеркала М. Цветаева

Behind the looking-glass, where dimmed
And disappeared
My deeply stupefying dream,
I saw, I heard:

I saw you sailing on a ship
Which passed and brought you in,
And then I saw your silent slip, the slip
through the mist in a ravine,

And evening fields were full of dew,
And ravens’ crying flight...
I bless you, let me say to you:

I bless you, let me say adieu,
I bless you…
From my sight!