A Wish

My days slowly drag on
Each moment multiplies in the heart
All the pains of my unhappy love
And the awakening of all mad dreams of mine.
But I keep silence; I do not complain;
I shed my tears, they bring me some solace.
My soul which was captivated by sorrow
Finds in them a bitter delight,
O life! Fly away, empty phantom,
no sympathy is with you,
Go and vanish in the darkness;
Dear is to me my love’s unceasing suffering;
I may die but let me die from love!

Translated by Henry Iva

A.S. Pushkin. A Wish. Translated by Henry Iva // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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