I do not regret, do not call, do not cry…

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,
Everything will pass, like smoke from white apple trees.
Wilted gold covered,
I will not be any more young.

You're not going to fight that much now,
Heart, touched by the cold,
And the country of birch chintz
Do not lure barefoot.

Spirit is stray! you are less and less
You stir the flame of lips
Oh my lost freshness,
Riot of eyes and flood of feelings.

I now have become less eager in desires,
My life? Or did you dream to me?
Like I'm spring rumbling
Ran on a pink horse.

All of us, we are all perishable in this world,
Quietly pouring from the maples of copper leaves ...
Be thou ever blessed,
That came the proclamation and died.

1921

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.