Do not cry about me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
I
This greatist hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."
II
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Piter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.
(из поэмы «Реквием»)
Не рыдай Мене, Мати,
во гробе зрящи.
Хор ангелов великий час восславил,
И небеса расплавились в огне.
Отцу сказал: «Почто Меня оставил?»
А Матери: «О, не рыдай Мене…»
* * *
Магдалина билась и рыдала,
Ученик любимый каменел,
А туда, где молча Мать стояла,
Так никто взглянуть и не посмел.
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