Farewell then, my dear one, farewell –
O sweet one, held in my heart.
Parting predestined, yet still
Future promises us a new start.
Farewell, now my dear one – no handholds, no words,
No grieving, no sorrowing frown –
To die is not new in this world
But to live brings no newer crown.
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До свиданья, друг мой, до свиданья.
Милый мой, ты у меня в груди.
Предназначенное расставанье
Обещает встречу впереди.
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова,
Не грусти и не печаль бровей,-
В этой жизни умирать не ново,
Но и жить, конечно, не новей.
Translation by Rupert Moreton
lingua fennica 
[…] died on 28th December 1925 at the Angleterre Hotel in Leningrad. Finding no ink, he had written a last poem in his own blood, and then hanged himself. So runs the official version – there are other […]
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