Giraffe

Today, I see, your gaze is especially sad,
And your arms are especially thin, hugging your legs.
Listen, far, far away at the lake of Chad
There's walking a gorgeous giraffe.

He was blessed with a graceful stature and neck,
And his fur's decorated with a magic design,
With which to compare would dare only the moon,
Trembling and shaking in the deep lakes of light.

In the distance he looks like colorful sails of a ship,
And his run is as fluent as a joyous flight of a bird.
I know how much wonder sees the Earth
When at the sunset he hides in the cave of stone.

I know merry tales of the mysterious lands
About the passion of young leader of tribe, about a maiden in black,
But you for too long were breathing the heavy mist of the night,
You do not wish to think about anything but the rain.

And how would I tell you about the tropical garden,
About the statuesque palms and the smell of increadible herbs?
Are you crying?  Listen, far away at the lake of Chad
There's walking a gorgeous giraffe.

I guess the crappy rhymes pretty much give away that it's my own translation of Gulilyov's "Giraffe". I really love this poem. Hope you will, too.