Bunches Acacia's...
Russian Romance
Bunches acacia's smelted sweet-scented,
Anew aroma are filled,
Anew a garden is flooded by song
Of Nightingale's warble with wonderfull moon.
Are You remember a summer: with bunches
We was by listening warbles?
Slow murmurs me my beautiful lovely:
"Loving, believe me!...for ever I'm thine".
Years long ago are passed, passions cooled,
Youth of my life too went off,
But white acacia's bunches odour
Know, I can not forget their tenderness soft...
1906
Translation by Vasiliy Panchenko (vipanch), 2013
Original "Белой акации гроздья душистые..."