К *** [Я помню чудное мгновенье...] [K *** [Ya pomnyu chudnoe mgnoven'e...]] [English translation]

I keep in mind that magic moment:

When you appeared before my eyes

Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,

Like genius of the purest grace.

In torturous hopeless melancholy,

In vanity and noisy fuss

I’ve always heard your tender voice

I saw your features in my dreams.

Years passed away, and blasts of tempests

Have scattered all my previous dreams,

And I forgot your tender voice,

And holy features of your face.

In wilderness, in gloomy capture

My lonely days were slowly drawn:

I had not faith, no inspiration,

No tears, no life, no tender love.

But time has come, my soul awakened,

And you again appeared to me

Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,

Like genius of the purest grace.

My heart again pulsates in rapture,

And everything arouse again:

My former faith, and inspiration,

And tears, and life, and tender love.

• Artist:Aleksandr Pushkin