Doubt by Nikolay Kukolnik

Let calm yourselves, storms of fervent passion!

Sleep, hopeless  broken heart here.

I weep bitter! I suffer hopelessly!

My sick soul is weary from this parting;

I suffer hopelessly, I weep very bitter,

All Tears cannot wash away this rooted grief.

In vain does expectance promise me surely happiness;

I do not believe, I do not believe in treacherous vows, nope!

So parting sweeps any love just away…

Like a relentless, menacing dream nightmarish

I see a happy rival in my sleep; permanently

And, secret and spiteful,

My Seething jealousy flares up graduately

And, secret and spiteful,

My hand scarcely reaches for a weapon.

In vain does jealousy whisper of betrayal;

I do not believe, I do not believe the treacherous slander.

I am happy: you are mine once more.

The sorrowful hard time will pass—and venished,

  We will embrace each other again firmly.

And the resurrected  heart will beat with passionate warmth;

And lips will merge tight with lips at passionate heat.