Sergey yesenin — the flowers say good-bye to me

The flowers say good-bye to me,
They bend their heads and bow low down
Which means that I will never see
Her lovely face and my home town.

Well, that"s the way it is, my love!
I saw them all in habitation,
I take this deathly trepidation
For tender feeling, still alive.

I"ve learnt my life day after day,
I have been living with a smile, and
Thus I invariably say:
In our world all is recurrent.

Well, some one else will come along,
No grief will sooth the past. The new one,
Perchance, will sing a better song
For the beloved forsaken woman.

And listening to the song , maybe,
Caressing her endeared lover,
She"ll probably remember me
As a unique and cherished flower.

October, 1925

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