Aleksander Pushkin (1928)

I loved you; and I probably still do,
And for awhile the feeling may remain-
But let my love no longer trouble you;
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved You; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness- though in vain-
Made up a love so tender and so true,
As may God grant you, to be loved again.