# Serhey Esenin. I don't cry, don't pity...(2)

Василий Иванович Панченко

... So, ought to be with bless for-ever What had come for flourishing and die...

Serhey Esenin


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I don't cry, don't pity and not call,


All will going like apple-tree' white smoke,


I'm gilded as well autumn's nature all,


I will never be with whole youngster's joke.


My heart, you touched with light a cold,


Would not beating with my young a pulse.


And the country of a leafy birch's coat


Never'd lure to gad by barefoot on grass.


Spirit vagrant! You so rarely seldom


Moves the flame of the mouth' chance.


Oh, my freshness, you are me abandon,


My violence eyes' and flood of sense.


All we, all we will not be in this world ever,


Maples drop their leaves' of copper calm.


So, ought to be with bless for-ever


What had come for flourishing and die...


1921


Translation (2) by Vasiliy Panchenko (vipanch), 2011