Cita XCVI

I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;

And I am silent; my murmur is dead, 

My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade, 

Hides in its depths the bitter exultation. 

I don’t deplore my passing dream of life -- 

Vanish in dark, the empty apparition! 

I care only for my love’s infliction, 

And let me die, but only die in love!



The Wish
Aleksandr Pushkin