Вьюга пела... - перевод А. Блока

A blizzard sang.
And the snow needles pricked.
And a soul were freezing.

You have thrown back your head to the height.
You said to me: "Look, look aside
Up to the moment when you forget
Your love."
And have shown to the far lines of the towns,
To the blue fields, covered with snow,
To the aimless cold.
And the snowwhirls, raising like a hammer,
Has thrown us to the abyss,
Where the sparks raced
Along with the timid snowflake's twist...
Some of the sparks,
Some of the snowflakes flying
Incorrectly... How fast - so quickly
You had overturned at last
The vault of blue heaven deeply...
The blizzard had raised up,
The star had gone down,
The other one - later...
And star after star
Raced,
Opening
To the starwhirls
New abysses, chasms.
In the sky the new eyes had flashed
So clearly!
And I forgot the marks, as yet,
Of the country beautiful really -
In the light of you, the comet!
In the shine of you, the silver-snowed night!
And the devastating years
Were running
unreasonably,
As if my heart forever had
Been rolled down by freeze.
But this sun of my heart is crawling
After the distant pole,
Catched by the ice belt strongly
Of the un-beginning your's.
Oh, let you rise up in the hoarfrost,
The unreasonable light of dawn!
Let's rise a dark tzar staff lost,
Above distance blue, so on!

3 Jan 1907