I need a miracle, Christ, My Lord!
Here, now, before the sun can rise!
O, let me pass on, while the world
Is like a book before my eyes.
No, You are fair and will not judge:
“It’s not your time, and so live on.”
For You have given me too much!
I long to take all roads - in one!
I crave it all: With a gypsy’s passion,
To raid and loot, singing a song,
And hearing organs, feel compassion,
And rush to war, - an Amazon;
Wish on the stars, up in the dungeon,
Lead kids through shadows on the way,
Turn yesterday into a legend,
And suffer madness every day!
I love this cross and this silk veil,
My soul is but a moment’s gleam...
You’ve made my youth a fairytale, -
Now, let me die - at seventeen!
September 26, 1909
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller