Я не люблю тебя... - пер. М. Ю. Лермонтова

I don't love you; passions, sorrows -
The dream of them had passed away;
But there is image your's in soul,
It is alive, though restrained;
Though other dreams I've fallen to,
I couldn't help giving up the matter;
So the temple left - still true,
Still idol casted down - a deity!