It ain't your guilt (variation on Peyo Yavorov's poem. Originally translated by Peyo Yavorov, allpoetry's member)

From another world I am - it ain't your guilt.
A child of dust - the earth, of dusty dreams;
It ain't your guilt, I begged you
No soots of lust, but a soul of crystal frost.
I begged you to be the mirror
Of my dream in cool solitude:
A magic mirror to animate my distant reverie
That I've casted from pale bronze.

It ain’t your guilt, from another world I am,
In the withcloudy frost I know no dust and smoke.
From another world I am, nothing you can do
For my snowy slumber and icy dreams.
Nothing you can do, no sweet harmonious harp
crying lone for the conceiled secred, -
no sweet harmonious harp, with my harmonious soul,
that sings the song of joy-sorrow!...