К Музе - перевод А. Блока

In your songs innermost there are
The fatal news all about the death,
And the curse of the holy behests,
Profanation of happiness, lest
The attracting invincible force,
That I'm ready to reiterate talks
That you'd angels brought down to earth
By your beauty so perfect,
utmost.
When you laugh at belief, there appears
A softened circle, which's purple-grey coloured,
Whether bad, may be good - not from here
You are, thus hard to wonder:
For some people you're - the Miracle,
For me -