Молитва - перевод М. Цветаевой

A Prayer
by Marina Tsvetaeva

Oh Chryst and God! I wait for miracle
Today at morning, and right now!
Oh, give me death, before I'm reading
My life as book, just for me opened!

You are wise. You shan't say to me strictly:
"Keep patience, your time's not over".
"You by yourself too much was given!
But I'm in thirst to have all roads!

I wish - all: with a gypsy's soul
To rob in night, singing a song,
To suffer under sounds of an organ
For all's security, to be an Amazon;

To quess in a black tower on stars,
To lead the children through the dark haze...
So past day - only legend would become,
So every day - will turn a crazy!

I love either a cross, a silk, the helmets,
My soul - is the trace of the fickle blinks...
You've given me - the childhood fairy,
Then give me death - in seventeen!

26 sept 1909, Tarusa