I'll say this in a whisper, in draft,
because it's early yet:
we have to pay
with experience and sweat
to learn the sky's free play.
And under purgatory's temporal sky
we easily forget:
the dome of heaven
is a home
to praise forever, wherever.
Я скажу это начерно, шопотом
Потому что еще не пора:
Достигается потом и опытом
Безотчетного неба игра.
И под временным небом чистилища
Забываем мы часто о том,
Что счастливое небохранилище —
Раздвижной и прижизненный дом.
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