History of one Window

I opened the window -
it became sadly unbearable,
Kneel down before him
And the spring night smelled in my face
The fragrant breath of lilacs.
And in the distance, somewhere, a nightingale sang wonderfully;
I listened to him with deep sadness
And with longing for his homeland he remembered his own;
I remembered a distant homeland,
Where the native nightingale sings its native song
And, not knowing earthly afflictions,
Fills up all night long
Over a fragrant lilac branch.

K. R.

(Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich Romanov)