Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me
And of my world mysterious and thrilling,
The quirky world of songs and fervency,
But among all, unique and undeceiving.
It could have been yours also, but alas,
It was too much for you, or was too scanty,
I must have failed at poetry and thus
Impiously I beg for you the Heavens.
But every time your tiredly stooped
And said, “I would not dare to remember.
For I was lured by the other world,
The plain and brutish beautiful contender.”
Translated by Dina Belyayeva