Net, tol'ko tot, kto znal
svidan'ja zhazhdu,
pojmjot, kak ja stradal
i kak ja strazhdu.

Gljazhu ja vdal'... net sil,
tusknejet oko...
Akh, kto menja ljubil
i znal — daleko!

Vsja grud' gorit...
Kto znal svidan'ja zhazhdu,
pojmjot, kak ja stradal
i kak ja strazhdu.

No, only one who has known
The thirst for a meeting,
Can understand how I have suffered
And how I suffer still.

I gaze into the distance... my strength fails,
My sight grows dim...
Ah, the one who loved me
And knew me is far away!

My whole breast is aflame...
Whoever has known the thirst for a meeting,
Can understand how I have suffered
And how I suffer still.