Unquenchable thirst of love…

But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights,
The passion in the mind you cannot find!

So putting people into frantic temptation,
And passion's life mindlessly spends for small mite
And tears flow down the pillow during midnight
In mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean…

Love, like a precious vase,
Keeps divine drink itself:
Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself,
It just goes back to the highest phase!

And love and passion always bound:
Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found…

Sonnet 231

Languishing, willing and be getting crazy,
To lose your mind from your mad passion
And gasping madly from happiness flashing:
I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing!

Love ramblings and frenzy of passion —
Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather…
But passion subdues all by cruel power whether:
You do not dare to argue back to her expression…

And what's the dignity and scepter of the king to her!
He boasts on her in vain with power:
She shamelessly on him naked shoulder
He's grieving, groans in the passion's throes and fears…

But power of passion is short and vicious:
Just power of love is forever empowered and vitious!

Sonnet 232

So over years, wine has aged in barrel
And it gets taste which is unique.
And time drafts race indelible like creak:
Not possible to blot out mortals there.

That time your youth can blush your cheeks —
It gives our life indomitable heat.
But what about brilliance of the mind, which gives maturity in meet,
She cannot find, alas, or seek.

For pawn, the path is always winding into queens.
A priceless diamond – stone without cut.
But ages from the canvas don't erase the paint and do not shut:
A hundred years old stagnant masterpiece!

Over the years, feelings get maturity:
Except of traits of love – there's nothing in the world more perfect and saturity!

Sonnet 235

Oh, take pity, passion, take off me the spell!
Oh, no, extend, extend your captivity!
Days and nights at knees in front of your superiority:
I barely breathe; the world became as narrow as the cell…

And I conclude an eternity in my arms:
An ordinary mortal – trample on ashes!
Losing my mind, calm and got no wishes:
And what will happen – I won't hear alarms!

I live a moment, dissolving in it,
I shiver in chill and feel the heat
And, like a madman, I believe a mirage,
But I don't even dare to lie with a sigh!

And by every word to the feeling pilgrimage:
And all who love – is for me nigh…

Sonnet 251

Night mist: how it wakes wishes,
How incites passion in the chest! —
Come to my earnest embrace:
After all, thirsty lips are for passion flashes!

Hurry aside impediment of costume —
By bareness my body cool!
О mind, do not judge the flesh as fool:
She is weak, her deeds are sinful, I presume.

And yet, where, hypocrite, you see a sin? —
After all, this touches everyone's skin,
The Lord gave us, telling us to love each other,
And we are serving Him with my beloved…

So why sensual blizzard is going further,
Just a reason to be reproved?

Sonnet 252

Oh, how smartly you lure in the net,
What are you drawing – a fairy mirage: