I like that you re indifferent to me...

Перевод стихотворения Марины Цветаевой "Мне нравится, что Вы больны не мной... "

I like that you're indifferent to me,
And I'm not falling for you, making rhyme.
That never ever heavy huge Earth's sphere
Will float away under our feet, never in lifetime.
I like the fact I can become so fun —
Ridiculous and loose — and I don't play with fire.
This fire, then, won't blush my cheeks
If suddenly we touch by chance, by our sleeves' textile.

I like it also when in my presence
You hug another one without hiding,
And you don't wish me visit hell
If I just kiss an other man, expressing sence of loving.
That tender name of mine, my tender, you
Don't call in vain — no matter day or night it's...
That never ever in the silent church
We'll hear the wedding songs that will unite us.

Thank you fraternally with heart and hand,
That you — unknowingly by yourself! —
So love: for my night rest,
For rare meetings sunset hours,
For our non-walkings under Moon,
And that the rays of Sun are not above us,
For me, alas! — not being yours again,
For you, alas! — not being mine — and never.