Confidentially - Peyo Yavorov

‘Neath tender enchantments of a dreamy evening

And the two of us burning – don’t come too close.

In my arms I have taken you, whenever I want you

Every inch to cleave to you – and so we will melt

In bliss and forgetting, then painfully distant

From my self, I would  feel you at last.

Ah dreamy evening, veiling our eyes

And the two of us melting – but stay further off…

I have lost sight of you, once I stop thinking

That because of you, we shall burn, exhausted

Each in each other; and how close, so close,

I would come to feel you at last.

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Peyo Yavorov [Peyo Totev Kracholov] (1878 – 1914) Bulgaria

Translated by Christopher Buxton

Source: Christopher Buxton's website