Songs

Nespyashchikh solntse, grustnaya zvezda,
Sun of the sleepless! Melancholy star!
Kak slezno luch mertsaet tvoy vsegda,
Whose tewful beam glows tremulously far,
Kak temnota pri nyom yeshcho temney.
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
Kak on pokhozh na radost' prezhnikh dney!
How like thou arl to joy rememher'd well!

Tak svetil proshloe nam v zhiznennoy nochi,
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
No uzh ne greyut nas bessil'nye luchi,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
Zvezda minuvshego, tyî v gore mne vidna,
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Vidna, no daleka, svetla, no kholodna.
Distinct but distant—clear, but oh how cold!