Alexander Pushkin

I am in Chains

I am in chains, O maiden-rose, And yet, not shameful of these guards; A nightingale, thus, – in dense laurels – A feathered king of the woods’ bards, A proud and charming rose over, In a sweet bondage – lives for long And softly sings for her a song Under a sensual night’s cover. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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