From Russian Poetry. A. Blok

Татьяна Буевич
O, my dream!  You have not any borders!
O, my endless and boundless spring!
I shall take you to heart, solar goddess,
And I wish my round buckler to ring,

And I greet you, my happy and fortune,
I am ready to meet you, rebuff.
In the sorcery realm of misfortune
There is no shame of tears and laugh.