April 21, 2019

Sergey Yesenin — To Kachalov's Dog

Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck,

I swear i've never seen one like it.

Let's go, the two of us, and bark

Up the moon when Nature's silent.

Come, Jim, give me your pow for luck.

Stop licking me, pet, and please do

At least heed this advice i'm giving.

Of life you havent got a clue,

You do non realise life is worse living.

You master's kind a man of note,

And visitors his home are thronging,

They all admire your velvet coat

Which smilingly they love to fondle.

You're devilish handsome for a dog,

So charming, trusting, unsuspicious,

Not asking if you may or not,

Like a drunken pal, you plaster kises.

Dear Jim, I know a great warety

Of visions of all shorts call,

But have you seen her here, the saddest

And the least talkative of all?

I'm sure she'll come here. In my absence

Please catch her eye. Go kiss her hand for me,

For all my real or fancied errors asking

Forgiveeness of her in humility.