O, mountain of black,
You shaded all the world!
It’s time to return back
My ticket to the God.

Yes, I refuse to be
In Bedlam of non-men.
Yes, I refuse to see
How wolves of squares do slain.

Yes, I refuse to wail
With field sharks of all ranks.
Yes, I refuse to sail
Down the stream of backs.

My ears I need more not,
My eyes I needn’t to use,
To all your crazy world
One answer — «I refuse.»

Marina Tsvetaeva
translated by Yevgeny Bonver

And for this mountain black
That shadows whole world,
‘Tis time now to give back
My ticket to my Lord.

I’m choosing not to be.
From this asylum I
Am going to flee,
To disappear, to die,

Since I refuse to live
Among these wolves of th’ street.
‘Tis time, ’tis time to leave,
And I am ready for it.

Among these sharks of th’ plain
I do refuse to swim
Again, again, again,
Down this bloody stream.

I don’t need eyes, or ears,
Or any further trial.
To all what’s happening here
My answer is denial.

Marina Tsvetaeva
translated by VG