Pray, don’t rush to beyond
To the world with no sound
Where there’s no him, do not beckon!
Let me see him again, although there is no gain
With the ruthless eternity reckon.

He will not recognize my devoted eyes
Where love like a candle was burning.
Gone the spark, snuffed the flame.


He will not get a chance for a transient glance
On the soul that one crispy Spring morning
In that garden of ours was awaiting the flowers
While the candle was festively burning.

Candle burned through the years,
Dripping hot waxy tears,
Hoping one day his heart would thaw,
But his heart wouldn’t yield, hidden by icy shield
And the candle is burning no more.

But the tiniest spark stayed alive in the dark
Amongst ashes all lifeless and vain.
At the end of long road, so lonely and old
They were destined to meet once again.

From the ashes and dust spark ignited the lust,
All the passion of days of the yore.
And the flames that it stoked
Seared the heart that was broke
And the heart is now bleeding no more.

Pray, don’t leave! Cast a glance,
Give me one fleeting chance,
It was me who so much you adored.
I have changed with the years
I have cried all my tears
And my eyes are asylum of sorrow.

Dreams of you have expired and desires retired,
As my life its sad exit was making,
Lips went cold with the wait for the break of the fate,
For the touch of your lips they were aching.

Froze the lips that eternity waited for kiss,
Stars have stopped to unknown me call.
And the flowers’ bloom, like in youth now doomed
Your name’s fragrance no longer recall.

The bouquet of the Spring lacks love’s spicy sting,
Whiff of bitterness wafts in the sky -
The reminder of love that was sent from above,
One that passed so closely by.

Without you the Sun refused to shine
Upon my flowers that so briefly bloomed.
Their tender petals that refused to die
The mighty wind in passing blow doomed.

The love is buried in the shrine of heart
That no longer yearns for it in vain,
The fate has ruled for them to stay apart
Some day the tears will take away the pain.

Life’s in the past – I heard those words a lot,
Today I know what they really mean.
The heart that loved you in the grave will rot,
Bathed by the tears that washed the pain off clean.

So, pray, don’t rush to cold and cruel world,
Where life went by with us a world apart.
And let me for the last time to behold
The one I loved with all my bleeding heart!

When I was trapped in your tight embrace,
My heart was longing for his tender hands,
But they were busy at another place,
On someone else he cast a lustful glance!

By Liana Margiva

Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov