Rejoice, my soul,
Eat and drink!
And if time has come –
Lay me at the brink
Of a country road,
Where the crows and wolves -
Mount me the cross
'mongst the road poles!
Never feared the night
And the places cursed.
Pile for me upright
An unknown cross.
Many were by me
Either fed, or drunk.
Overlay my head
With the feather grass.
Do not need a candle
In the church’s dusk,
- Do not need from you
A remembrance.
4 April 1916
vip/2014
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Веселись душа, пей и ешь!