The faded joy of foolish years
Is heavy-hearted, like too much wine.
But, like wine -- the grief of vanished days
Gains strength in me with age.
My road is dark. My toil and sorrow
Are promised by troubled seas of tomorrow.
But I do not want, o' friends, to die:
I want to live, to reason and to strive:
I believe, there will be pleasures
Amidst the sorrow, cares and struggles;
One day, again of harmony I'll quench,
And with imaginings, immerse in tears,
Perhaps then -- upon my tragic end
Love will sparkle, and smile farewell.
Translated by Nick and Dimitri Derkatch