In someone else's window

In someone else's window, a strange woman does not sleep.
Someone else's woman in someone else's window is wondering.
What card does she get today?
Send her, Lord, four kings!

King of diamonds, king of clubs, king of hearts,
king of spades, midnight hassle.
All the cards are messed up - ah, late road
empty chores, casual interest.

Stranger woman, midnight window.
Mid-August, deserted suburb.
Harbinger of autumn, sudden news
about the approach of the first days of September.

Someone else's woman, casual interest.
All the cards are confused, the last babble of summer.
Mid August, two queens, two jacks,
the harbinger of autumn, the nine and the king.

The harbinger of autumn, the eve of September.
Indistinct rustling, muttering, babbling.
Rain and poplar midnight rendezvous,
foliage and drops of half-asleep conversation.

Stranger woman, midnight window.
Mid August, I live in a government house.
The threshold of autumn, and the night is at the turning point,
and the suit of diamonds glides over the poplars.

Someone else's woman, the last light in the window.
And poplars change color, and the state house
sleeps like an innocently convicted and executed
for whose - it is unknown, but grave sins.

Yuri Levitansky