EUGENE ONEGIN Novel (English Edition)

I don’t mean to please grand people.
With love friends’ notions I’d rate
And give you all that could scribble
As pawn that’s worth of dear mate.

Its worth of fine and charming soul,
Of saint fulfilled generous dreams,
Of lively lucid verse’s glow,
Of lofty thoughts, of simple things.

All right, by hand unfair own
You take my set of florid rhymes
Which are half-funny and half-mournful,
Of common thinking, somewhat thoughtful,
Slipshod result of my pastimes,
Of sleepless nights, of inspirations,
Of years young but whithered hard,
Of mind some cold observations,
Of grievous notes of the heart.