(after A.S. Pushkin)
Heart-warming scenic Thou parts her lips
Instead of dull and empty You.
It tips the scales of the happiest daydreams
Inside my soul that yearns for love.
I stand in front of her,
My eyes arrested by her lovely face.
My tongue and cheeks articulate
The usual phrase :You are so sweet !
My mind shrieks out silently :
And I love Thee !