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