Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXX

Bard of The Feasts and languorous sadness,1 if you were still with me,

I would have troubled you, 4 dear fellow, with an indiscreet request: that into magic melodies you would transpose a passionate maiden's foreign words. 8 Where are you? Come! My rights I with a bow transfer to you… But in the midst of melancholy rocks, his heart disused from praises, 12 alone, under the Finnish sky he wanders, and his soul hears not my worry.