M.Tsvetaeva, Are You Happy? - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Marina Tsvetaeva

Are you happy? - Won't say? At least, no!
And better - let it be!
You had a habit to kiss a lot -
That's why your grief.

All heroines of the Shakespeare's tragedies
I see in You.
And nobody You, the fatal lady,
Had saved, as true.

You were so tired to reiterate
The words of love!
An iron rim on hand such pale is
Eloquent enough.

I love you. - As the thundercloud
Above You - a sin rolls -
Because of You are venomous, burning,
And best of all,

Because of we, and our lifes - are different
In dark of ways,
Because of Your temptation cheering,
And the dark fate,

Because of that to You, my demon foreheaded,
I'll say - farewell.
Because of that You never can be saved,
Besides the torn grave.

Because of that - what? - is it so?
I see the dream! ? -
Because of that You are (as the irony)
Not - he.