'To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium,'

by Anna Akhmatova

　　To meet everyone known again,

　　To roam the broad paths of a sea-side garden,

　　Filled with the wind and sun.

　　Today, even the dead, the exiled,

　　Choose to enter my home.

　　You are leading a child by the hand,

　　I have longed for him so.

　　I'll eat blue grapes with my dear ones,

　　I'll drink the ice cold wine,

　　And watch how the grey waterfall drops

　　Into moist, flinty depths.