Turning red, temple stairs are fading.
Did you tell me you'd keep the date?
At the entrance to eventide praying
I have opened my heart. I will wait.
I don't know my intent and desire.
I may die of relief and delight.
All aflame in the evening fire,
I will bring you to flaring light.
Scarlet flame engulfs the environs
Dreams have come, unexpectedly, true
You are coming. There's infinite highness
Over me, and the temple, and you.
Покраснели и гаснут ступени.
Ты сказала сама: «Приду».
У входа в сумрак молений
Я открыл мое сердце. — Жду —
Что скажу я тебе — не знаю.
Может быть, от счастья умру.
Но, огнем вечерним сгорая,
Привлеку и тебя к костру.
Расцветает красное пламя.
Неожиданно сны сбылись.
Ты идешь. Над храмом, над нами —
Беззакатная глубь и высь.
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