Softer Than Tenderness By Osip Mandelstam

Softer than tenderness your pretty face, More white than white, of course, your little hand, It's far from world your walls and native land, It's unavoidable your sweety bliss. From sweety bliss, of course, you are so sad, And fingers these are warm, they are so warm, And quiet sound and tone, speeches are unworn, And distant eyes of yours within my head. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam