Onegin

The thought

That I could refuse tomorrow,

What is due to my life;

That I may be denied the taste of love,

By the very one who loves me,

Who is undoubtedly mine,

Made for me!

How cruel can one be to oneself?!

 

Not all sorrow is caused by others,

It is sometimes self-inflicted,

By means of arrogance,

Or prior pain

Or plain misjudgement.

To be the cause

Of one’s own unhappiness

And having to live with it,

Is life’s greatest punishment,

Its greatest torture.

All for the sake of love,

Can we die alone!