Speak to no one. Do not drink wine.
Leave home behind. Leave brother, wife.
From people depart. Your soul must come
To feel — the past is forever gone.
What's past one must unlove. Then time
Will come to lose love for the wild,
Indifferent ever more: the day after,
From week to week, year in and year out.
And gradually your hopes expire.
Darkness swallows all. A new life
You will find then, clear and reborn:
The wooden cross, the crown of thorns.
Ни с кем не говори. Не пей вина.
Оставь свой дом. Оставь жену и брата.
Оставь людей. Твоя душа должна
Почувствовать — к былому нет возврата.
Былое надо разлюбить. Потом
Настанет время разлюбить природу,
И быть всё безразличней, — день за днём,
Неделю за неделей, год от году.
И медленно умрут твои мечты.
И будет тьма кругом. И в жизни новой
Отчётливо тогда увидишь ты
Крест деревянный и венок терновый.
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«The Roman orator was speaking / as citizens started to fight: / УI rose late, and while I was walking / was chased and captured by RomeТs nightФ. / So be it! But making your farewells, you saw / in grandeur and with awe, / RomeТs bloody star go down. Blessed is he who visits this l...»
«We cannot know further ways / Of our word — how it’ll be drifted, — / Compassion from above is gifted / As we are given sacred grace.»
«We never know what will be / With words we utter solemnly: / Obey compassion to entrust / The holy gift directing us...»