I will not tell to you anything.
I won’t raise a concern in your mind.
To attention of yours I won’t bring
A desire of mine any kind.

Nightly flowers sleep whole day long.
But when stars light a grove from above
Past the dusk all the way ‘til the dawn
Petals radiate music of love.

In a chest that is tired and weak
Breath of freshness drops in and I’m shook.
Let confession remain a mystique.
I won't lay on you my ardent look.

I will not tell to you anything.
I won’t raise a concern in your mind.
In the air that's piercingly thin
I will never appear refined.

А. Фет - Я тебе ничего не скажу. English.
Перевод: Эдуард Лейтман