Konstantin Balmont - My Friend

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My friend, there’s joy and love, and all’s
Recurring in this ancient world,                        

Although not in our hearts, in others’.           

But my dear mate, and you and me -

We’re only Beauty’s reverie,

We’re drops in the eternal chalice   

Of timeless blooms that ever last,

In gardens that forgo the past.

Translated by Dina Belyayeva 


Russian Original

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