Insanity - and good reason

Insanity - and good reason, 
Disgrace - and honor, 
All, that brings on thoughtfulness, 
Is spilling over -  

In me. - All the penal passions 
Become as one! - 
All images wage war inside 
This hair of mine!  

The lover's whisper, all around 
By rote I know, 
Experience of twenty two years 
Nothing but sorrow!  

But - won't you say - innocently pink 
Look I, 
I'm virtuoso's virtuoso 
In art of lies.  

In her let out like a ball,  
Caught once again, 
The blood of Polish great-grandmoms 
Is evident.  

I lie because in cemeteries 
The grass does grow, 
I lie because in cemeteries 
Snowstorm does blow...  

From violin - from automobile - 
From silk, from fire... 
From torment that not only me  
They all desired!  

From pain, that I am not the bride 
Of the groom... 
From poem and gesture - for the gesture 
And for the poem!  

From tender boa on the neck... 
And how can I 
Not lie - when my voice sounds more tender 
When I do lie...  

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat