Dedication to a woman

You are a woman, you are a book between books
You are a rolled up, sealed scroll;
In his lines and thoughts and words there is an excess,
In his sheets, every moment is insane.

You are a woman, you are a witch's drink!
It burns with fire, barely got into the mouth;
But the flame drinker suppresses the cry
And praises madly amid torture.

You are a woman, and in this you are right.
From the century removed by the starry crown,
You are the image of a deity in our abysses!

We attract an iron yoke for you,
We serve you, crushing the solidities of the mountains,
And we pray - for centuries - for you!
Valery Bryusov