Alexander Pushkin

To Lily

Lily, Lily! I am sighing With despair and hopeless woe. I am tortured, I am dying, And my soul has lost its glow, But my love evoked no pity: You consider me pathetic. Keep on laughing: you are pretty Even when unsympathetic. Translated by Andrey Kneller

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