One of my favourite Russian poems

My translton is very far from the originl, yet... let it be posted here.

Beauty of Your face, unclear and hazy, I could not decipher in the fog. 'Oh, my Lord', I uttered in amazement: Not intending it, to You I spoke.

Thus, Your name, like an enormous creature, Out sprang then, and flew into the haze. Right ahead, the mist obscures Your features, And the …