The Nightingale and the Rose

In gardens’ silence, in benighted dark of spring,
Above the rose the nightingale begins to sing.
But, lovely rose hears not, she doesn’t pay attention.
Beneath the amorous hymn she sways in sleep’s descension.
And you, do you not sing to chilly beauty’s doze?
Awake, O bard! What is your quest, do you suppose?
She listens not. She is immune to bard’s attraction;
You gaze, she blossoms; you beseech — there’s no reaction.

Translated by Rupert Moreton (Lingua Fennica)

A.S. Pushkin. The Nightingale and the Rose (“In gardens’ silence, in benighted dark of spring...”). Translated by Rupert Moreton // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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