Sergey Yesenin — Another’s drunk you down like wine

Another’s drunk you down like wine,

But you have spared, you have spared

The autumn languor of your eyes,

The glassy billow of your hair.

That age of autumn! It is so

Much fancier than youth and Summer.

Your charm now twice as much evokes

Imagination of a rhymer.

I’m used to reckon on my heart,

Hence to a cocky conversation

I claim without a vaguest doubt,

I’m giving up my hooligan station.

The time has come to leave behind 

That rowdy and unruly nature.

The heart’s already had a try

Of different, sobering up quencher.

And, with a crimson willow twig,

September's tapping on the window

So I be ready and admit

It as a moderating inflow.

Now I put up with lots of things

Unforced and suffering no failures.

And Russ seems different to me,

So do both villages and graveyards.

I’m looking sharply here and there,

And see that everywhere about me

But you, my sister and my friend,

Could be a perfect poet’s partner,

So I could sing but you alone, 

While bettering in moderation,

My songs about the dusk of roads

And hooligan outgoing station.

1923