Alexander Petrovich Sumarokov. (№ 346327)

Don't be sad, my light, makes me sad and very,
What I haven't vidaloca with you.
A jealous husband will not let me anywhere;
Turn only and he goes in there.
Forcing me to be with him always was;
He says: "Why not merry?"
I sigh for you, my light, always,
You're thoughts come n go never.