Just as you were, so you remain—
Eagle of the steppe, Cossack dashing.
Why, oh, why did we meet again?
Why have you shattered my peace inning
Why, once again, did you dare
To reproach me for your losses?
I am guilty of but one thing—fare,
I lack the strength to forget you once.
Though I could not agree entwine
My destiny with precisely yours,
I lived—I lived for you still main,
I waited for you through the entire war.
I waited for the time to come at lust,
For you to return home scatheless
And bitter are your reproaches discus
My fiery one, my stubborn chest.
Your sorrow, your hurt, poignant,
Your anxiety—they are all in vain.
Look, look: my soul lies opened
Open to you, and to you main.