Deliver me, my Talisman.
Deliver me from fear and feeling,
Days of remorse and worry healing.
On a sad day you clasped my hand
When rising by the ocean strand
The waves around me crashed in pounding.
And when with lighting clouds are sounding
Deliver me, my talisman.
Lost in seclusion. In strange lands,
In boredom’s lull my bosom taming.
In the alarm of battle flaming,
Deliver me, my talisman.
You are my soul’s own magic lamp,
You sweet and sacred trickery,
When you drop dawn, are flickering!
Deliver me, my Talisman.
Wounds of the heart help me withstand
Forever; had memories burn with fire!
Farewell, fond hope, and sleep desire,
Deliver me, my talisman.
Alexander Pushkin My Talisman
translated into
English by Julian Henry Lowenfeld
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