Alexander Sumarokov

1717 - 1777 / Moscow, Russia

My Sighs

My sighs, fly to my sweetheart, I want you to explain
And tell her how I miss her and how I suffer pain.

Stay in her heart and soften her proud look , and then
Do not delay and linger, fly back to me again.

However, you should bring me good news from up above,
and give me her assurance that there is hope for love.

I will not sigh too long for I'm not that kind of man,
Such beauties are not rare, I'll find another one.

Translated by Alec Vagapov
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