One of my favourite Russian poems

My translton is very far from the originl, yet… let it be posted here.

Beauty of Your face, unclear and hazy,
I could not decipher in the fog.
‘Oh, my Lord’, I uttered in amazement:
Not intending it, to You I spoke.

Thus, Your name, like an enormous creature,
Out sprang then, and flew into the haze.
Right ahead, the mist obscures Your features,
And the empty cage behind remains.

Osip Mandelstam

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