Esenin, One Only Fun Left / Есенин, Забава (subs by V. Chetin)

(edited) I have got but one only fun left: Fingers mouthed, and a whistle of cheer. An ill fame has swept o’er that I am A vulgarian, a debauchee. Ah, how paltry, how trifling the waste is! Trifling losses are plenty around. Having had faith in God is shameful. Having no faith is painful now. Golden reveries, distant expanses! All is burnt by the gloom of day’s grind. Both indecent and wretched have I been Just in order to give out more light. Soothe and claw, that’s the gift of a poet, It is wearing