Here it goes
the frenzied glare of light;
Merciless Sun tears the top
of high clouds apart;
Everything will be repeated...
Oh, folly and fright
Of Two equali powers,
extorting the Aeon to start!
Start is the feeling, but end is
a merest haze;
Closing the circle of pain,
full once more to the brim...
Inkling of madness in someone's
familiar face -
Isn't that one who was set
irreversibly free?
Congruent spears are searing behind you,
unbidden,
There Odds and evens, with greediness,
stricke on the head;
Two equal powers, bearing Time,
are just left
Somehow unbalanced. And is that
what You call A freedom?
ОЧЕНЬ рекомендую ознакомится с оригиналом!
http://www.stihi.ru/2005/09/02-798
Все предложения по исправлению и улучшению перевода будут приняты с благодарностью :)