Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when you’re near me,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
I’m sure that I will never say,
What I’m imagining so freely.
Translated by Andrey Kneller
A.S. Pushkin. Impromptu on Ogareva (“Before you, silently I sway...”). Translated by Andrey Kneller // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.