by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Translation by Mikhail Yur'yevich Lermontov (1814 - 1841)

Lines written in an album, at Malta
Language: English 
As o'er the cold sepulcher stone
  Some name arrests the passer-by;
Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,
  May mine attract thy pensive eye!

And when by thee that name is read,
  Perchance in some succeeding year,
Reflect on me as on the dead,
  And think my Heart is buried here.

Malta, September 14, 1809. First published in Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).


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Language: Russian (Русский)  after the English 
Как одинокая гробница
Вниманье путника зовёт,
Так эта бледная страница
Пусть милый взор твой привлечёт.

И если, после многих лет,
Прочтешь ты, как мечтал поэт,
И вспомнишь, как тебя любил он,
То думай, что его уж нет,
Что сердце здесь похоронил он.

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