A Wish

By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The days drag on, each moment multiplies

Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness

Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.

To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness

But I do not complain - instead, I weep;

Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me.

My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep.

And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.

Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly.

And in the silent void of darkness vanish.

Dear it to me my love's unending anguish;

If as I die I love, pray let me die.