The Dream

Not long ago, in a charming dream, I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure; I was in love with you, it seemed, And heart was beating with a pleasure. I sang my passion's song by your enchanting knees. Why, dreams, you didn't prolong my happiness forever? But gods deprived me not of whole their favor: I only lost the kingdom of my dreams. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver