ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

PURE MEN AND WOMEN TOO

Pure men and women too, all the world unspotted,

That they might fortify the heart against life's stress,

Composed such prayers as still comfort us and bless.

But none has stirred in me such deep emotions

As that the priest recites at Lententide devotions,

The words which mark for us that saddest season rise

Most often to my lips, and in that prayer lies

Support ineffable when I, a sinner, hear it:

"Thou Lord my life, avert Thou from my spirit

both idle melancholy and ambitious sting,

That hidden snake, and joy in  foolish gossiping.

But let me see, O God, my sins, and make confession,

So that my brother be not dammed by my transgression,

And quicken Thou in me the breath and being of

Both fortitude and meekness, chastity and love."

(Yarmolinski, 1964, 86)