The Earth slowed down its run,

A fluffy, light snow had begun.

You appeared in my dream. The snowfall,

Weaving an exquisite dress overall,

Clothed you as a bride,

And, not sparing its icy might,

Silvered you to the hem, rustling bright.

You were wondrously beautiful,

Majestic and white as a rule.

A blizzard swept at your feet with a broom,

Swirled, scattered like coarse-grained gloom.

I could not get my fill of gazing at you

No matter how I tried. You — a thrill, a shock,

An inexpressibly bright fate's lock.

A splash of northern radiance,

You eclipsed the celestial spheres' brilliance.

In your smooth gait — a starry trace.

You emitted a soft light

Of goodness, proportion, beauty's might,

Transforming snow into flowers.

Struck by a powerful charisma's powers,

I am ruined, enchanted, slain…

I live in the night, but in the day's domain

I do not exist, I half-sleep,

I drag through useless days in a heap,

I long to return the wondrous dream,

Where you were a bride —

Enchantingly lovely, side by side.