For the word you remembered once
And then forgot forever,
For all that in the burning sunset
You looked for and you never found,
And for despair of your dreams,
And for the cold that grew inside your chest,
And for a slow-growing death
Without any hope of moving on,
And for the “rescue”, dressed in white,
And for the somber name of love
All sins will be forgiven,
And all your crimes.
3а слово, что помнил когда-то
И после навеки забыл,
За все, что в сгораньях заката
Искал ты, и не находил,
И за безысходность мечтанья,
И холод растущий в груди,
И медленное умиранье
Без всяких надежд впереди,
За белое имя спасенья,
За темное имя любви
Прощаются все прегрешенья
И все преступленья твои.
«No bliss or happiness is needed, / My husband is off to his dear, / And my child is pleased and depleted / As I put him to bed, sitting near. Soon, again, to my room, I’ll depart, / To the Mother of God, I’ll be praying… / To live like a hermit – it’s hard, / But it’s harder...»
«The spring was still mysterious and gentle, / Across the hills, transparent winds would stray. / A lake was glowing blue — as though a temple / Of John the Baptist, which was not man-made. You were then still frightened by our meeting, / I prayed, already, for the second one, — / And ...»
«The city’s gone, the final window gazed, / As if alive, with melancholy, stark… / This seems to me — a strange and foreign place, / It smells of burning and the fields are dark. But once the hesitant crescent, again, / Slashed the curtain of the thunderous cloud: / We watched: A tir...»
«O, there are words that cannot be repeated, / Whoever said them — overspent his due. / The only things that cannot be depleted / Are God’s forgiveness and the heaven’s blue.»