The Great Comet of 1812

Where to now? Where can I go now? Not to the Club, Not to pay calls Mankind seems so pitiful, So poor, Compared to that softened, Grateful last glance She gave me through her tears It was clear and cold Above the dirty streets Above the black roofs Stretched the dark starry sky This vast firmament Open to my eyes Wet with tears And there in the middle, Above Prechistensky Boulevard, Surrounded and sprinkled on all sides by stars, Shines the Great Comet of 1812 The Brilliant Comet of 1812 The comet said to portend Untold horrors And the end of the world But for me, The comet brings no fear No, I gaze joyfully And this bright star, Having traced its parabola, With inexpressible speed Through immeasurable space Seems suddenly To have stopped Like an arrow piercing the earth Stopped for me It seems to me That this comet Feels me Feels my softened and uplifted soul And my newly melted heart, Now blossoming Into a new life