Muse 1924 by Anna Akhmatova

每当，夜里，我等着她，热切期待着她，
人生似乎之于我，如悬着的一根线。
而和温和的吹笛人的脚步声相比
就是自由，青春，或赞许这些意义吗？
她进来了，抛出斗篷的边缘，
小心翼翼地拒绝了我。
我对她说，“你口授了但丁的《地狱篇》吗？”
她回答，“是的，我口授了。”
When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?
And she came in, threw out the mantle's edges,
Declined to me with a sincere heed.
I say to her, "Did you dictate the Pages
Of Hell to Dante?" She answers, "Yes, I did."