Happiness Poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

Happiness

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My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,
My flute is carved out of jasper.

With water a stain is removed from the silk,
With wine – the worries and heartache.

And if you’re the owner of swift little boat,
The wine and a beautiful woman…

What else can you ask for? In every respect,
To heavenly gods you are equal.

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