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Ya Perezhil Svoï Zhelanya

Translation of John Pollen

I’VE overlived aspirings,

My fancies I disdain;

The fruit of hollow-heartedness,

Sufferings alone remain.

’Neath cruel storms of Fate

With my crown of bay,

A sad and lonely life I lead,

Waiting my latest day.

Thus, struck by latter cold

While howls the wintry wind,

Trembles upon the naked bough

The last leaf left behind.