How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang

How the miracle of our meeting
Shone there and sang,
I didn't want to return
From there to anywhere.
Happiness instead of duty
Was bitter delight to me.
Not obliged to speak to anyone,
I spoke for a long while.
Let passions stifle lovers,
Demanding answers,
We, my dear, are only souls
At the limits of the world.

[Анна Андреевна Ахматова {Anna Akhmatova}, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova]