In Translation

I loved you; perhaps that love

has not yet gone out entirely from my soul,

but do not let it trouble you more;

I never wanted to sadden you.

I loved you silently, hopelessly,

now too shy, now too jealous.

I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,

May God grant you another to love you likewise.

-- Aleksandr Pushkin

A new translation by my friend, Wendell (not the writer).