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Mother's letter

Are you still alive my dear old mum?
I'm also alive! Hello mum, Hello!
Let it stream over your hut at sundown
That ineffable magic evening glow.
 
While hiding the trouble, someone wrote,
You've been saddened over me my mum,
That you often going towards the road
In an old-fashioned shabby *sarafan.
 
And to you in the evening gloomy light
Very often you've seen before your eyes
Like someone in a tavern bloody fight
Stabbed me in the heart with a finish knife.
 
Never mind, my dear! Calm your heart.
It's just painful delirium and lie.
I'm not such a lost and hopeless drunkard,
So that, without seeing you, just die.
 
I'm still as gentle as I have ever been
And I dream of one thing when I'm alone,
So faster from depression and longing
To return to our little and dear home.
 
I'll be back when the branches are spread wide
In the garden, in cherry blossom snow.
Only , please dear mother, at sunrise
Don't wake me up like eight years ago.
 
Don't wake up, what I've tried to forget,
Don't disturb, what I didn't fulfil, but tried,-
Too early loss, fatigue and some regret
I happened to experience in life.
 
And don't teach me how to pray. No need for this!
There is no more return to our old life.
You alone are my help in need, my bliss,
You alone are my ineffable warm light.
 
So, forget about all your daily worries,
Don't be saddened over me, my Mum.
Do not go often on the road by the quarry
In an old-fashioned shabby sarafan.