IV
"And if I could in the prime of life,
How are you, soul leave the light
And live, not knowing the passions,
Under the sun of my homeland?
you forgot, that the gray hair
Between these curls is not visible,
That the flame in the hearts of young
Not cool plea, Lent!
When the face of the deep sea
Ferocious storm howls
And the thunder of heaven,
They were not to move the waves,
I serdcu burnomu says
Do not listen to the voice of love!..
But even if this black outfit
Do not allow the poison to the heart,
Then I would have been guilty;
But under clothing vlasyanoy
I am human, as well as other!
And you, unfeeling old man,
If only her heavenly face
You came though in a dream,
You would have envied me
And in a trance, may be,
I decided also to sin b,
Rejecting all, law and honor,
You would be happy to move
for letter, caress or glance
my suffering, my shame!..
