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Âÿ÷åñëàâ Äìèòðèåâ
Pacify me, my sweetheart, my tender,
You are only one in this mist,
Being able to give me a hope
That in this world one happy exists.

You and I, like two small little bells,
Will stop jingling and come to the muteness,
That belongs to the deep and dark space,
That invites us by needle-shaped twinkling.

In the deeps of the fathomless cosmos,
In the silence my soul will dissolve,
And the fire of rayonnant Logos
Irretrievably will fade at all.

But when we interlace our fingers,
When we nestle our lips close to,
I am doubting if my existence
Comes to end and to emptiness too.

2001

Îðèãèíàë: http://stihi.ru/2001/04/14-43