Love Poem: You Don'T Love Me, You Don'T Have Compassion By Sergey Yesenin
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You Don'T Love Me, You Don'T Have Compassion By Sergey Yesenin

You don't love me, you don't have compassion, 
Maybe I am handsome not enough, 
You don't look in face with wild passion 
putting arms on shoulders without love.

I'm not rude or gentle with you, dear, 
You're so young and you've got sensual grin, 
Tell, how many kissers you had here? 
How many hands and lips have known your sin?

Yes, I know their shades passed-by your being 
And they didn't touch your wanted blaze, 
You set down on their knees, I'm meaning,
Now you're on my knees, we're face to face.

Let your eyes are almost closed, and maybe 
Now you think about somebody else, 
Ah, I love you not so much, oh, baby, 
Drowning in my former and sweet tales.

Do not call the Fate our tiresome fever, 
Our passion frivolous and fast, 
I have met you accidentally, dreamer, 
I will smile in parting, all is dust. 

Yes, you'll go your own way, and wasting 
fire through the mournful days of fall, 
Do not touch the innocent, you're tasty, 
Do not call unburned, oh, do not call.

And when on the lane with someone other 
you will go with talking about love, 
Maybe I will walk myself and rather 
I will meet you and it won't be rough.

You will turn your shoulders to him quietly, 
Oh, and with a little bending down, 
You will say good evening very lightly, 
I will say good night, miss, with a bow.

Rest of soul won't be disturbed whenever, 
Nothing takes us with the violent pain, 
Who had love just cannot love forever, 
Who had burnt just cannot burn again.
1925
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Sergey Yesenin