Есенин на английском

It"s sad to look at you, my love, And it"s so painful to remember! It seems, the only thing we have Is tint of willow in September. Somebody"s lips have outworn Your warmth and body trepidation, As if the rain was drizzling down The soul, that stiffened in congestion. Well, let it be! I do not dread. I have some other joyous gala. There"s nothing left for me except For brown dust and grizzly colour. I"ve been unable, to my rue, To save myself, for smiles or any. The roads that have been walked are few Mistakes that have been made are many. With funny life and funny split So it has been and will be ever. The grove with birch-tree bones in it Is like a graveyard, well I never! Likewise, we"ll go to our doom And fade, like callers of the garden. In winter flowers never bloom, And so we shouldn"t grieve about them. 1923

Это любимое стихотворение моего ученика. Он влюбился в него с первых строк, даже на английском.