Farewell

Thy dear face at latter time
I dare mentally admire,
With bliss of sad and happy shy
Your love I look just back of mine,
Awake all dreams in heart like fire.

And run away all changed springs
So, all and we are also changed
And you for your poet like ring
Forgotten near gravestone bench
Your friend for you will never branch

You have accept, my far-off friend
All farewell of heart of mine
Like married changed to widow’s end
Like silent hugs between two friends
Before one drink a jail vine.
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translated poem from russian - Alex Pushkin