Tormented soul

In a soul tormented by years
There is an impregnable clean temple
Where everything is imperishable, that fate
In joy was sent to us.
  
For the world, the path to it stalls, —
But in this virgin stash,
Although he could, he’d rather dry up,
What the path will indicate, my language.
  
Tell me how, at the first meeting,
Soothingly reduced
Yesterday — oh, how far it is! —
Live you entered it?
  
And now from now on involuntarily
In my blessed memory
One smile to a tender bole
One star of love is brighter.