"Floating over boundless river,
Yellow lotus is unfolding"
Pretty voice had softly quivered,
Slapped the cheek with careless force.
White as a snow her icon's fading,
The embrace is being broken.
Our parting is impending,
Our bud is driven by the curse.
"Love, be gone!" the heart is groaning -
Gentle mix of charming tunes.
Grief be gone! Let's spice up burning
In the shrine of prideful runes.
Like the fire of hell I'm being devoured by vice.
Being followed and howled by Cerberus in rusty chains.
Please, my wonderful angel, escape, do not dice.
In my dissolute arms I could burn you by chance.
Destroy your fear, suppress your foes,
Get free from their restricting bonds!
The fragile shouldn't melt the steel!
The candidate could not fulfil
The triumph of the major role,
When there are chains upon his soul.
Twisting, alabaster serpent,
On the arm is gently sliding.
Halting pace, I run in circles
Like a horse inside the ring's course.
Mantic dream, as hope's bewailing,
Brim my wrists with binding fetters,
Still for her all of my cravings,
I am blinded by the yarning for the mirth.
"Love, be gone!" the heart is groaning -
Gentle mix of charming tunes.
Grief be gone! Let's spice up burning
In the shrine of prideful runes.
Like the fire of hell I'm being devoured by sin.
Like a maltreated wolf tied to a chain that is too short.
Leave, my wonderful angel, there's no one to welcome you in.
One should not ask for love that he cannot afford.
28.07.15 (self-translated from Russian)