Says who that the Wind is inanimate element,
When it uproots the trees and it rips off the leaves
From the branches like a giant rowdy boy at play.
When it plays with Great Ocean a peerless game,

Engaging it fearlessly, grabbing it by the waves
Like the folds of a robe, and throwing it against the beach.
Always restless like a youth searching for meaning of life,
It knows no peace and denies it to others,

Condemned by the Destiny to eternal roaming.
Its power is boundless and awesome: who doesn’t know this?
But there is one thing that is not in his power,
And that is to take my chagrin away.

But I’m partial to Wind, it reminds me of me, of my soul.
It will wipe off my tears and carry them off
To a land far away, spilling them over Earth.
‘Tis the only one who drops the petals of rose on my way,
My sole companion in this lonely world.

‘Tis the only one who whispers gently in the trees
When I’m chased by Insomnia out to the street.
‘Tis the only one who shares my solitude with me without a grudge.
‘Tis the only one who looks high and low for my happiness lost

On the road to me, which forgot me in Misery’s deadly embrace.
But the Wind found it not just for jealousy’s sake: it is partial to me.
Tell me, wind, was it you who I loved all my life without knowing?
Are you my loyal page and my only companion sent by the Fate?


                                By Liana Margiva

       Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov