Often and well beloved are the fair, The merry are loved quicker, but not longer - And the silent are beloved too, but rarer, But if they are loved, then they are loved stronger. Donít cry out tender words, do not cry, Till the time comes, keep them close and bound. Let night ships hail as they pass by While you stay silent a while If you rush, they will never be found. She reads sad novels - well, you trust to her. She will compare; trust her that she will. For black tulips appeared on the earth So that the white ones would seem whiter still. Donít cry out tender words, do not cry Till the time comes, keep them close and bound. Let night ships hail as they pass by While you stay silent a while If you rush, they will never be found. The words run up, they press hard - well, and so? Never be afraid to be too late. The words are many, but if you can, go slow, And speak only when you canít not speak and wait. Donít cry out tender words, do not cry, Till the time comes, keep them close and bound. Let night ships hail as they pass by While you stay silent a while If you rush, they will never be found.
© Tamara Vardomskaya. Translation, ?