another translation - Pushkin 1829

I loved you;
and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished;yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.