M.Tsvetaeva, The Second Travel - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The second travel
By Marina Tsvetaeva
1910

There's no any way back. It's late now.
Whether it is bad, whether you are fearsome and dark, well,
Open a door desired,
Show us the rooms cherished.
The torch is red in the hands of a Negro.
And the hands of light ripple in zig-zags...
Isn't that Kleopatra in pearls?
Or Loreleya with the Reign's sagas?
Perhaps... - Haste it to open
With the secret sign of a silver wand! -
Are there the mother-tears' fountains?
In the free plaits of a mermaid?
Ones, who don't wish to sleep -
How they are miserable, homeless, true!
Please, let us look into your soul deep -
In that violet and cloudy room!