The Wish by Alexander Pushkin
I shed my tears; my tears â€“ my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
My soul, sunk in a depressionâ€™s shade,
Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.
I donâ€™t deplore my passing dream of life --
Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!
I care only for my loveâ€™s infliction,
And let me die, but only die in love!