The nightingale in the east sings to the rose in vain:
Rose didn't answer, and the night was heavy for several hours.
Love carols can't wake the queen.
Poet, your song sings in vain,
Can't arouse joy and sadness in cold beauty,
Her brilliance shocked you, and your heart was full of surprises.
However, her heart is still cold and lifeless.
Pushkin (Russia)