Vadim Zaitsev. The Dawn Queen.

So the dawn queen is suddenly lit up,
And young brambling is singing above.
But no melody is now sweeter,
Than your voice that is full of deep love.

And are sweeter than pearls oecumenic
Curly locks of your hair streaming by,
Tender smile is the spring full of magic,
Eyes magnetic I see and desire…

I enjoy the white roses’ aroma,
Streaming over from your warmest hands,
Overwhelmed with poetic persona,
Jollifying me, giving no rest.

And these torments find no resistance,
As is tenderness caught in my arms,
Sounds whirl us so high from the distance,
Since enchanted we are by our love.