A Magic Moment I Remember (Alexander Pushkin)

A magic moment I remember:

I raised my eyes, and you were there, 

a fleeting vision, the quintessence

of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,

to vain the pursuits world esteems,

long did I hear your soothing accents,

long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm blast scattered

the reveries that once were mine,

and I forgot your soothing accents,

your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon grey skies above

with no ideals to inspire me,

no one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of reinessance,

I looked up - you again are there

a fleeting vision, the quintessence 

of all that's beautiful and rare.