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As witness love itself I call,

And I devote all thoughts to her alone,

I feel it in my heart and bones,

I live in world only her all!

Afloat she'll keep me,

The time I sink into her arms,

The time I step on the abyss's edge for harms

When live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy…

I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love,

Those vain desires a ridiculous crowd

And to her knees ardently bowed,

And kissing her, and foot above…

As witness love itself I call,

I live in world only her all!

To go out dry of water:

It is not possible to play:

You have to pay for all this anyway

But you can't count the moves in advance like author.

What's at the door? – Touch it, come in!

There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait!

There happiness like bird is beating in the grate!

Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering.

Should you have something or shouldn't worry?

For possession itas loss, which you can see…

So are you ready pay such fee?! —

To mad and dare you're to hurry!

Let for love reward the pain of separation:

For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations!

Neither sparkle's jewels' glows:

Emerald, brilliant and sapphire;

Nor masters' diligent labor in fire,

Weaving miracle clothes;

Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing,

Which gives the tenderness to skin;

No couturier's famous work must be,

Nor hairdressers' tryings;

Nor bathing in the pink bathtub

Among the petals carnations' and roses'

And neither spirits any narcosis,

Nor brow's being arched and dub —

Do not multiply so fascinating

Like look that's Love's pacification!

Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling,

For what the coquette gives feigning game,

And anything to have for someone is not shame

That's suddenly and rashly costs propelling,

What's just a whim for man's being rich,

And any vain and absurd whim,

And any shameful sinful seem

(For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech),

Any desires, furious agility, it means,

And career, deal, success and treason —

Everything on earth has its price and reason:

For money you can buy all things…

But nightingales don't sing for money:

And you can't buy true love's the moment honey!

The passion's madness can obscure mind,

And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight:

But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights,

The passion in the mind you cannot find!

So putting people into frantic temptation,

And passion's life mindlessly spends for small mite

And tears flow down the pillow during midnight

In mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean…

Love, like a precious vase,

Keeps divine drink itself:

Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself,

It just goes back to the highest phase!

And love and passion always bound:

Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found…

Languishing, willing and be getting crazy,

To lose your mind from your mad passion

And gasping madly from happiness flashing:

I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing!

Love ramblings and frenzy of passion —

Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather…

But passion subdues all by cruel power whether:

You do not dare to argue back to her expression…

And what's the dignity and scepter of the king to her!

He boasts on her in vain with power:

She shamelessly on him naked shoulder

He's grieving, groans in the passion's throes and fears…

But power of passion is short and vicious:

Just power of love is forever empowered and vitious!

So over years, wine has aged in barrel

And it gets taste which is unique.

And time drafts race indelible like creak:

Not possible to blot out mortals there.

That time your youth can blush your cheeks —

It gives our life indomitable heat.

But what about brilliance of the mind, which gives maturity in meet,

She cannot find, alas, or seek.

For pawn, the path is always winding into queens.

A priceless diamond – stone without cut.

But ages from the canvas don't erase the paint and do not shut:

A hundred years old stagnant masterpiece!

Over the years, feelings get maturity:

Except of traits of love – there's nothing in the world more perfect and saturity!

Oh, take pity, passion, take off me the spell!

Oh, no, extend, extend your captivity!

Days and nights at knees in front of your superiority:

I barely breathe; the world became as narrow as the cell…

And I conclude an eternity in my arms:

An ordinary mortal – trample on ashes!

Losing my mind, calm and got no wishes:

And what will happen – I won't hear alarms!

I live a moment, dissolving in it,

I shiver in chill and feel the heat

And, like a madman, I believe a mirage,

But I don't even dare to lie with a sigh!

And by every word to the feeling pilgrimage:

And all who love – is for me nigh…

Night mist: how it wakes wishes,

How incites passion in the chest! —

Come to my earnest embrace:

After all, thirsty lips are for passion flashes!

Hurry aside impediment of costume —

By bareness my body cool!

О mind, do not judge the flesh as fool:

She is weak, her deeds are sinful, I presume.

And yet, where, hypocrite, you see a sin? —

After all, this touches everyone's skin,

The Lord gave us, telling us to love each other,

And we are serving Him with my beloved…

So why sensual blizzard is going further,

Just a reason to be reproved?

Oh, how smartly you lure in the net,

What are you drawing – a fairy mirage:

Cheat-passion, I am your court page,

I'm docile, as children are obedient.

After all, it is you who dictate these words,

Again driving me into heat and rage,

And you give the carriage to the porch

So that I forget with you everything in the universe…

You torment with thirst soul, sight, hearing! —

Because of you, I'm like a madman…

Burn me again in your arms

So I almost give up the spirit!

But the body's separated from the flesh,

And you will die… to be reborn afresh…

Imagination – you have forwardness:

You are for her, as logs for a fire!

You awaken languor and reverie

And claiming the power of voluptuousness.

You make the eye shameless pilfer,

Again to hunger and thirst gratification.

You plunge a poor mind into obsession,

Where for nothing he risks to disappear!

Line fluidity – bend, camber

And nudity: a rag of teasing cloth…

Imagination – sensuality hands

A moan and a sob are uttered from my kisser:

In them, and the beginning of passion and denouement…

But the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest!

And your body pattern, so glamorous,

Of fateful temptation comprised…

I was carried away to the abyss

By your look that was so undisguised… —

And then my blood get into a tantrum

So grateful to lips' gentle mugging

And you were so mercilessly bared

I uncovered my soul, so you dared…

So artful was your hands caressing!

And bodies clung to each other! —

You made me insane, just in passing,

And like a night bird, you flew out…

And flying for you has no purpose,

But I rave again loveliness.

I keep on live in some awaiting

Of sunset, midnight, and the dawn,

Of the appearance of new song,

And I'm delirious in waking…

I feel the grass under my feet,

And guess I can trample on Lethe,

And find all answers, solve all matters…

In some awaiting still I live

Of luck, discoveries and happiness… —

What's time – the doctor or a headsman?!

But anyway I'll argue with it

As snowstorm in March is defied by swallow,

Just like the hope defies the grief:

Just once again, love, set me time to follow!

Life is like puzzle, bright and queer:

Like carnival with no end!

Sometimes I used to dance unwearying

Sometimes was staggering my gate.

But in the fit of the despair:

When, probably, the game was lost,

The life's sacred rite I still adhered

And pain seemed sweet, and so it was!

The loving fever – ardent flame

Was burning me and burns me still:

How strong was love and suffering!

So recklessly I felt in love again!

As a page so humble I serve my Love:

Ascend its heights so above…