By Alexander Blok
My dear, be brave, and then you
Could stay with me.
I will wave as a white cherry-tree
Over you, dear.
I'll twinkle as a green star
From the land on the east.
As a cold wave I'll splash
A water on your shield.
As a mermaid free-born
I'll appear at the stream.
We are free, we are in pain all,
We have a sweet reality.
We are easy then to die
In that gloomy nights
And to look into the death eyes
Of each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem