Перевод. А. С. Пушкин. Кристалл

The crystal that the poet changed,
Please beautify my lovely place!
The pledge of poetry is strangeness,
The sweetest pledge is the embrace.

Your healing heat the same, unchanged.

Eloquent lips touched you in fever,
And after that, its quenchless fire,
Mysteriously, like cosmic Aether,
Got into your enlightened mind.


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