'Let the organ peal out once more,'

by Anna Akhmatova

　　Like a first spring thunderstorm;

　　From behind your bride's shoulder,

　　My half-closed eyes will gaze.

　　Farewell, goodbye, be happy my friend,

　　Ireturn you your sweet vow,

　　But don't let your passionate one

　　See my inimitable ravings –

　　That would inject a burning venom

　　Into your blessed, joyful union…

　　And I go to claim a marvellous garden

　　Where grass rustles, the Muse declaims.