One bearded sage concluded: there's no motion.
Without a word, another walked before him.
He couldn’t answer better; all adored him
And all agreed that he disproved that notion.
But one can see it all in a different light,
For me, another funny thought comes into play:
We watch the sun move all throughout the day
And yet the stubborn Galileo had it right.
Движенья нет, сказал мудрец брадатый.
Другой смолчал и стал пред ним ходить.
Сильнее бы не мог он возразить;
Хвалили все ответ замысловатый.
Но, господа, забавный случай сей
Другой пример на память мне приводит:
Ведь каждый день пред нами Солнце ходит,
Однако ж прав упрямый Галилей.
«You can't go away. I'm — the prisoner. / You are — the guard. And we have the joined fate. / And we have in the whole emptiness / One written order for both us that day. / / I'm not a restless person, silent! / I have the eyes, quite clear enough! / Let me, my guard, go to a pine...»
«You won't leave alone! I'm a warden, / You're an escort. The fate is one. / And one in the frigid empty / Order for horses is to us given. / / And my temperament is peaceful! / And clear are my eyes! / Let me go, Mr. Escort, now / To take a walk to that pine!»
«You won't leave me! You're the warden. / I'm the convict. We're chained in our lives. / And for both, one expulsion order / To hollowed emptiness applies. / / And my temper is peaceful and passive! / And my vision is clear and fine! / Let me walk off, escort, I ask you, / To take a ...»
«You are no laggard! I — the convict, / You — the guard. A single fate. / We move into the singular void / And pay an equal roadside toll. / / And yet my conscience is at ease! / And yet my eyes can clearly see! / Release me, guard, a moment please — / Play truant with that lo...»