Translation of “Я вижу блеск, забытый мной” by Aleksandr Blok
Still gleams that long-forgotten star,
and still I hear on lonely evenings
beneath the violin’s sharp keening
a low voice echo from afar,
in which my friend once made reply
to my first trembling confession.
Still aches that deep carved-out impression,
though time like driven snow drifts by,
though what has been can never be
again, and only borrowed yearning
recalls me to a bygone burning,
recalls what once belonged to me.