In multitude of choir polyhymnal

In multitude of choir polyhymnal 
All tender churches sing in their own voice 
And the stone vaults of the Dormition cathedral 
Like eyebrows in still higher arch rejoice.  

And from the rampart fortified by the archangels 
I watched the city from a wondrous height 
In the Acropolis sadness has deranged me 
For Russian name and Russian beauty's sight.  

That of the garden we dream it is no wonder, 
Where doves do soar upon the hot blue beams 
The nun sings Orthodox hymns, Dormition's wonder, 
Florence in Moscow so tender seems  

And the five-domed Moscow cathedrals 
With soul Italian and Russian both 
Remind me of Aurora's reappearance 
With Russian surname and draped in fur clothes.

By Osip Mandelshtam
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat