our fate looks after our peace of mind

We will not drink, from the same glass,
Either water or sweet wine,
We will not kiss at early morning,
Nor look out, at night, from the same window.
You breathe by the sun, I breathe by the moon,
But the same love keeps us alive.

My tender, true friend is always with me,
And your merry friend is with you,
But I understand the fright in your gray eyes
And you are the cause of my pain.
We don't make our short meetings more frequent.
Thus our fate looks after our peace of mind.

At least your voice sings in my verses,
In your verses my breath beats.
Oh, there is a fire beyond the reach
of oblivion or fear...
And if only you knew how dear to me now
Are your dry, rosy lips, how dear.

[Anna Akhmatova {Анна Ахматова} {1889-1966} 'We will not drink, from the same glass', from The Complete Poems]