I cannot understand. But lo!

A feeble version read below,

A print without the picture's grace,

Or, as it were, the Freischutz' score

Strummed by a timid schoolgirl o'er.

Tattiana's Letter to Oneguine I write to you! Is more required?

Can lower depths beyond remain?

'Tis in your power now, if desired,

To crush me with a just disdain.

But if my lot unfortunate

You in the least commiserate

You will not all abandon me.

At first, I clung to secrecy:

Believe me, of my present shame

You never would have heard the name,

If the fond hope I could have fanned

At times, if only once a week,

To see you by our fireside stand,

To listen to the words you speak,

Address to you one single phrase

And then to meditate for days

Of one thing till again we met.

'Tis said you are a misanthrope,

In country solitude you mope,

And we - an unattractive set -

Can hearty welcome give alone.

Why did you visit our poor place?

Forgotten in the village lone,

I never should have seen your face

And bitter torment never known.

The untutored spirit's pangs calmed down

By time (who can anticipate?)

I had found my predestinate,

Become a faithful wife and e'en