Alexander Blok — When you are on my way

When you are on my way,

So live and so beautiful,

So tired and weary,

Talking sadly

And thinking of death,

You don"t love anyone

And despise your beauty, -

Well, can  I possibly hurt you?

Oh no! I"m not an oppressor,

Nor an arrogant man nor a liar,

Though I know many things,

And have been, since my childhood,  a thoughtful man,

And I care too much for myself.

After all, I"m a writer,

A man calling things by their proper names,

Depriving a flower of delicate fragrance.

No matter how much one talks about sad things

No matter how much one thinks of the beginning and the end,

I dare think  anyway,

That you"re only fifteen,

And I wish you fell in love with an ordinary man

That loves the earth and the sky

More than the rhymed and  unrhymed speeches

About the earth and the sky.

I will really be glad for you,

For only a loving man has the right to be called a Human being.

February 6th, 1908