Mila Severtseva

Vladimir Soloviev
“Dear friend”

Dear Friend, seest thou not
that whatever we look on here
Is but an image, shadows only
of a beauty hid from our eyes?

Dear friend, hear’st thou not
this jarring tumult of life
Is but a far discordant echo
of heavn’s triumphant harmonies?

Dear friend, know’st thou not
that the only truth in the world
Is what one heart telleth another
in speechless greetings of love?

Trans. by Robert Bridges