Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it's raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

I was not born to amuse the Tsars.

As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.