Among the worlds in glimmering of the suns,
I still repeat the one star's name and only,
It's not because I loved Her without chance,
But it's because among them I'm so lonely.
And if my doubt is heavy with its spite
just in Her eyes I'm looking for the answers,
It's not because She makes my being bright,
Because with Her I need no any lanterns.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Innokenty Annensky
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