I was cut off the world for a time
In the rays that were painting a flower
Of the silence which fuzzed in their rhyme
As the sun was to set in an hour,
In my cell Iím to wipe out this sight,
I have tried but my memory led
To the dance of the mouldering light
On the beams of the porch where I sat.
Humor blackened and is it not strange? -
- There is nothing else left to inquire,
Brightness, quietness, and light have arranged
To hook up in my funeral pyre.
In the gloomy and desolate sties
We did roam with our questions unfair,
Whereís the time, whereís your soul, where are dyes
Of the sun rim that peered through your hair?
Thereís one love that is now and near
And another one that is forever,
Hellís from then to eternity here,
We get lost since we change while we sever.
—ŽŚš (Russian translation)
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