Я был смущенный и веселый.. -пер. А. Блока

I was confused, but joyful rather.
Your dark silk teased me so much.
When heavy curtain has falled down,
And moved apart - the theatre broke up.
With a living fire of the stage ring
We were divided, and a music
Enflamed and thus transformed you, dear,
Your so wonderful face looking.
Today- there're again the candles,
And a soul alone, a soul blind.
Your brilliant shoulders, and further -
Under your sway, as drunken, crowd
A star, which's left the world of real
You are above the plain afar...