I gave you my Sky.
You inhabited It by clouds and ravens,
By thunders and lightning…
Caressed by the emptied flock of birds
Which paralyzed His strength,
Raped His freedom…
I frantically raise my hands… and getting scared:
The lightning is tearing the phantom body,
The ravens are pecking the blue eyes,
The bloody sunset is going down the cockcrow road…
Because of your, yes, your efforts
Submissively dies in the womb of the River of Time
“Pink lily of the Nile” –
The sacred lotus*
But the voice is drowning in the sounds of mute insensibility…
* In Ancient India lotus is the symbol of the creative power.
Oh, оnly the Sun
knows the pathway to the nest of the Firebird.
It hides this way very safe and reliable.
It hides this way from spontaneous searchers.
Tired from hard way,
Only the one from hundreds of thousands finds this way
Among millions of false shelters.
He finds It and stays at His Holiness,
he stays cleared for always.
May be I hadn`t enough power in my legs,
I hadn`t much eyesight, hearing or much mind
to overcome this way.
That`s why today
I swallow poisonous smell of strange hair.
I join in with the crowd the same people as me.
I narrowly withstand the clear –
I am among the leftover hundreds of thousands