Poetry
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still (Alexander Pushkin 1829)
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still, The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet It burns so quietly within my soul, No longer should you feel distressed by it. Silently and hopelessly I loved you, At times too jealous and at times too shy. God grant you find another who will love you As tenderly and truthfully as I.
Translated by Avrahm Yarmolinsky