Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. (№ 327481)

Groves of palm trees and thickets of aloe,
Matted silver Creek,
The sky is infinitely blue,
The sky, the Golden from the rays.
And what more do you want, heart?
Is happiness a fairy tale or a lie?
Why the temptations of the infidel
You dutifully pay?
Again do you want poison,
Want to fight in fiery delirium,
Don't you power to live like grass
In this delightful garden?