Taras Shevchenko. Why am I suffering? Why am I bored?
Why am I suffering? Why am I bored?
Why does my hapless heart weep and holler?
Like a hungry infant, my suffering heart is.
What does it want? Why it is so hurt?
Maybe you’re thirsty or famished, or sleepy?
Fall asleep, my heart, for ever and ever,
Bear and broken, - and those, who are odious,
Let go insane…close your eyes, dear heart.
Translated by Maria Datsun
