In vain, Cavalier de Grie,
Do you dream of the full of beauty,
Autocratic - her self not ruling -
And voluptuous Manon.
From your rooms we are succeeding
In a flock tired and willing.
They recall us not past the evening.
Be obedient - such is the law.
We are coming in from night stormy,
We really need nothing from you,
Except supper - and pearls we need from you
And maybe one more thing - your soul!
Honor and duty, Cavalier - convention it is.
Let God give you a regiment of mistresses!
Showing a readiness in all this.
Passionately loving you
- M.

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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