Cry, violin, she’s gone, she’s gone for good,

From world beyond return she never would.

She’ll never rush the time so hated snow

Yield to the bloom and sun’s eternal glow.

Gone from face of Earth, not leaving slightest trace

For ground to intern. Extinct, erased.

Rejected by the Love, she won’t be missed

Lost in the Heaven’s glorious bliss.

Behold, the birds, she rises to the sky.

Don’t try to catch her, she has gone too far,

Turned into distant, brightly twinkling star.

And tell the Wind - he is relieved from chore

Of drying tears this lonely soul did pour.

May lilacs no longer be ashamed

Of lover’s absence, of the broken dates.

Of lover’s failure to observe the blaze

That burned in her delighted, loving gaze.

To leaves and grass I say, don’t fuss and moan

For someone who is now forever gone.

While dressing up in gold for Autumn’s ball,

The one who loved you most, I prey, recall.

Who, under sun that no longer warmed,

Chased by the wind, beside you often soared

When Autumn storms, in their ferocious rage

The leaves and grass with cruel force engaged.

A lovely rose at dawn will shed its tears,

With not a soul around to quell its fears

That she will never smell its fragrant petals

With sadness in her heart that never settles

And hurts, for no one would take a duty

To liken her to rose’s striking beauty.

No one will cry again when Autumn breeze

Will rip the rose apart in sad reprise,

No one to pick the petals strewn around

And bury them as treasure in the ground.

Oh, mighty Ocean, what is it you know

About the heart that lost its inner glow,

And turned to ashes to be washed away

By your high tide one miserable day?

The heart that blazed with love’s eternal fire,

As hot and fiery as a funeral pyre,

To make you doubt that your awesome force

Is greatest of all elements on Earth.

Alas, the only force that put the fire out

Was one’s cold heart, of this have no doubt.

So, prey, don’t toss the burnt out heart around,

Don’t batter it with waves, don’t let it run aground.

The cruel life took care of abuse

And strangled love in greasy lyncher’s noose.

Just take the ashes, scatter ‘cross the waves

And memories commit to sandy graves.

Almighty Sun, she grew so tired to wait,

For your hot rays her heart to penetrate.

But you delayed, since you can’t understand

The notion of mortality in men.

She was unhappy on the mortal Earth,

But what awaits her after her rebirth

When she departed cold and wretched world

To share your celestial abode?

By Liana Margiva

Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov