Zdes' khorosho... Vzgljani, vdali
Ognjom gorit reka;
Cvetnym kovrom luga legli,
Belejut oblaka.

Zdes' net ljudej... Zdes' tishina...
Zdes' tol'ko Bog da ja.
Cvety, da staraja sosna,
Da ty, mechta moja!

How fair this spot… just look,
The river is ablaze;
The meadows are like a radiant carpet,
And the clouds are white.

There’s nobody here… here silence reigns
Here I am alone with god.
And the flowers and the old pine tree
And you, my dream!

– Translations by Philip Ross Bullock