M.Lermontov, Don'T Laugh At... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

M.Lermontov, Don'T Laugh At... - Translation (Rus.)



Michael Yurievich Lermontov

Don't laugh at my prophetic wrench.
I knew: a blow of destiny would come,
I knew, the head you'd liked to tend,
Would from your chest to scaffold run.
I'd said: no happyness, no fame
'Could find in world; to bloody penance
I'll draw and fall, and artfull blame
Will smile while blackening my genius;
And I'll pass without trace
Of inner hopes and my bonds,
But fearless to premature case.
It's time to see the newer worlds.
And let the mob will dirty wreath,
My wreath of singer - crown of thorns...
Let it be so! Careless of that...

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