Could someone translate this please? Thanks

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I ushla ona v noch' zalizuvat' svoi ranu......

Kto krest odnazhdu budet nest',
Tot raspinaem budet vechno.
No esli schat'e v zhertve est',-
On budet schastliv beskonechno...
Kakoe delo do sebya,
I do drugix, i do vselennoi,
Tomu, kto sledoval, lubya,
Kuda zval golos sokrovennui?
No, kto, boyas' za nim idti,
Sebya razdumiem trevozhit,
Pust' brosit krest sredi puti,
Pust' ichet schast'ya, esli mozhet!

Chto to v etom est'.....kstati.


Est' mnogo zvukov v serdza glubine,
Neyasnux dum, nepetux pesen mnogo.

V etom tozhe chto to est'....
Menya v literaturu poperlo.....gibloe delo...