Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning

For my forever painful love:

Just blow out candles’ burning

And let my dreams in blessing move.

Let from my soul disappear

The separation’s sharp rebuke!

And let me see that dear look,

And let me hear voice that dear.

And when will vanish dark of night

And you will free my eyes at leaving,

Oh, if my heart would have a right

To lose its love till dark of evening!

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 2000

Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, August, 2000