Достигшей немого отчаянья,
давно не молящейся богу,
иконку «Благое Молчание»
мне мать подарила в дорогу.
И ангел Благого Молчания
ревниво меня охранял.
Он дважды меня не нечаянно
с пути повернул. Он знал...
Он знал, никакими созвучьями
увиденного не передать.
Молчание душу измучит мне,
и лжи заржавеет печать...
«A star was lighted up, arised a breeze, / Across the cliffs of Dagestan the bright day ran, / And everyone prayed looking to the East. / Tatars repeated verses of Koran, The slaves of Christ did their sacred ritual, / Kalmyks appealed to Llama in the silence, / And alien to all a...»
«The crimson light of dawn / is weaving itself onto the lake. / The weeping woodcocks / are making the pine woods ring. There orioles are crying / hidden in some hollow tree. / I’m the only one who’s not weeping. / In my soul it’s light. Down the road toward evening / I know yo...»
«Yes! It's settled! Now and for ever / I have left my dear old plain. / And the winged leaves of poplars will never / Ring and rustle above me again. / / Our house will sag in my absence, / And my dog died a long time ago. / Me, I'm fated to die with compassions / In the crooked str...»
«There was only one game now lacking: / Pursed my lips and a whistle blew. / Foolish glory thus sent I packing, / Cause of scandal and foul mouthed too. Ach! how comical is the losing! / Life is full of this kind of loss. / Can’t deny if you are accusing – / Faith I had in that god o...»