| Keep coming to his mind? | Все мысль о море лезет? |
| When God's world cannot be seen Through the hoarfrost on the windows, | Когда сквозь иней на окне Не видно света Божья, |
| The hopelessness of anguish resembles | Безвыходность тоски вдвойне |
| The waste of the sea twice over. | С пустыней моря схожа. |
| She was as dear to him | Она была так дорога |
| In her every feature | Ему чертой любою, |
| As the coast is near the sea | Как морю близки берега |
| Along the line of breakers. | Всей линией прибоя. |
| As waves drown the reeds | Как затопляет камыши |
| In the aftermath of a storm, | Волненье после шторма, |
| So her forms and features | Ушли на дно его души |
| Sank to the bottom of his soul. | Ее черты и формы. |
| In years of affliction, in times | В года мытарств, во времена |
| Of unthinkable daily life, | Немыслимого быта |
| She was thrown to him from the bottom | Она волной судьбы со дна |
| By the wave of destiny. | Была к нему прибита. |
| Amidst obstacles without number, | Среди препятствий без числа, |
| Past dangers in its way, | Опасности минуя, |
| The wave bore her, bore her | Волна несла ее, несла |
| And brought her right to him. | И пригнала вплотную. |
| And now here is her departure, | И вот теперь ее отъезд, |
| A forced one, it may be. | Насильственный, быть может! |
| Separation will devour them both, | Разлука их обоих съест, |
| Anguish will gnaw their bones. | Тоска с костями сгложет. |
| And the man looks around him: | И человек глядит кругом: |
| At the moment of leaving | Она в момент ухода |
| She turned everything upside down, | Все выворотила вверх дном |
| Emptying the dresser drawers. | Из ящиков комода. |
| He wanders about and till nightfall | Он бродит, и до темноты |
| Keeps putting scattered scraps | Укладывает в ящик |
| Of fabric and pattern samples | Раскиданные лоскуты |
| Back into the drawer. | И выкройки образчик. |
| And pricking himself on a needle | И, наколовшись об шитье |
| Stuck into some sewing, | С невынутой иголкой, |
