Sonnets (in Russian)
In love to you, I stopped the run of my life's horse,
By power of my love I raised it up to stay in rack
Then, burning everything, I forced my life to go back
So fire of my soul thy melt the ice of yours
Your eyes are tender but your look has tease
Your image both beckons and pleases
You are an earthly creature, but I would sell for you my soul,
And would betray the God without being afraid of paying toll
My actions are no longer ruled and judged by reason,
Love is above of all religions blasphemy and treason
You're the devil in the flesh, you can't forbid me to be cursed for loving matters
And being in awe of love distraught, I throw at your feet my conscience's fetters,
You will not run away from my words of love
They will catch up with you - so don't even dream of flight
They do not hurt - their touch is gentle, take them, don't fight
Same way as you used to take your mother's hand,
(I believe it was so in your naive childhood)
Allow my words to enter into your soul - those words are inheritance of my soul!
The poetry of love raises us, sinners, to heaven
Love's words are pure poetry when they give birth to tenderness
They will not be overrun by the earthly dirt and carnal dreams
One can not kill the Love, and put it into grave
By prayer, waiving cross, whatever you will try, you'll fail to chase my words away
Because none of this will kill my Holy love to you
