I can’t submit myself to man.
Who’d choose to be a slave?
We judge each other all life long —
and then? A lonely grave.
I can’t submit myself to God,
because I love Him so.
For God has set me on this road —
where else am I to go?
I tear the nets that bind mankind —
happiness, sadness, dreams.
We aren’t slaves — we are Divine —
His children, free as He.
I only plead, in the name of the Son,
with God, the Creator of Being,
«Father, for ever may they remain
as one — Your will and mine!»
Я не могу покоряться людям.
Можно ли рабства хотеть?
Целую жизнь мы друг друга судим, —
Чтобы затем — умереть.
Я не могу покоряться Богу,
Если я Бога люблю.
Он указал мне мою дорогу,
Как от нее отступлю?
Я разрываю людские сети —
Счастье, унынье и сон.
Мы не рабы, — но мы Божьи дети,
Дети свободны, как Он.
Только взываю, именем Сына,
К Богу, Творцу Бытия:
Отче, вовек да будут едино
Воля Твоя и моя!
«Sight grows dim — my power, / Two invisible diamond lances; / Hearing fails, full of long ago thunder / And the breathing of my father’s house; / Hard knots of muscle grow feeble, / Like hoary oxen on a plow-field; / And behind my shoulders at night / No longer shine two wings. I ...»
«Every moment we were together / We celebrated, like Epiphany, / Alone in the whole world. You were / Bolder and lighter than a bird’s wing, / Head swirling with vertigo, you ran / Down the staircase and led me / Through damp lilac into your domain / On the other side of the mirror. ...»
«The rules of winter we obey. / We roll a snowball and run after, / Acclaim its growth with peals of laughter, / And brush the surplus snow away. As if misfortune were in view, / The people passing by assemble / Along the fence with lips atremble / To watch what you and I shall do. We m...»
«I watch the scooter's flight / And feel my envy growing! / My eyes are hot and bright / With summer's quick tears flowing. A girl with winning smile / Clings closely to the rider. / A humpy sluggish snail / Do I appear beside her. Farewell! Ride at your ease / To where green summits ...»