The first ray

The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord - 
Across the face of the beloved did creep, 
Who, sleeping, went a little pale, 
And then again more tightly went to sleep.  

It seemed that warmth of ray of sun 
Appeared unto his vision like a kiss... 
And long with these my lips I have not touched 
The tan strong shoulder or the dear lips.  

And now, the deceased spirits in my long 
Disconsolate wandering along the way, 
I am now flying toward him as a song 
And I caress him with a morning ray.

By Anna Akhmatova
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat 
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