Along the road covered with flowers,
And with the gilded sun within the vast of space,
Love, like a butterfly was fluttering,
Braiding the rainbow’s colors into lace.
To meet her came another Love of grey -
Majestic figure woven against the sunset.
Without hurry, from the other parts of rays
She in the dress of silk stepped down in a quiet.
Where the sunset and the dawn their colours changed,
Among the clouds again the loving sisters met.
The Elder Love:
Dear sister! While having splendid journey
You are impressed by wonders of the things.
You promised to disclose the secrets -
Those are the miracles of human hearts’ deeds.
What is the truth of our old science
That among the people you’ve observed?
Or we’ll continue hearted arguments of laws
That sunsets only can emerge from dawns?
Look around where everything is born.
Luxuriant blossom spreads to heaven,
But getting heights felicity and bliss,
Falls down to the earth to return never.
My hair’s covered with the drops of pearls
Like the dark sky is studded with the stars.
Of happiness that had been lost
The night-dew tears covered the head of mine.
No rain without cloud, cold without wind,
Spring will never come without winter,
The land will dry, blossom will fade.
That is the very oldest wisdom.
The Junior Love:
You compare the two worlds –
Everlasting and transient.
Blossom’ll fade?
Then what’s on earth?
Into world the coming spring
Again brings a new-life string.
Never judge the youth –
It is dreaming of the future.
Keep from parting,
Don’t breed trifles,
Don’t allow the fire down
And forgive mistakes, discord
Made by love. Forgive them more.
Beware of the common scene -
It brings away oblivion.
The prudent love devoid of strength
Seldom rules the real feeling.
The Elder Love:
The torment of parting is for use –
When space’s between the real feeling.
The sole will suffer in the solitude,
The shadow and illusion no passion have in willing.
Love today is turned into a deal.
I don’t except the heaven’s inspiration.
If they forget the jealousy and passion
Then in the sole you’ll find no other agitation.
Today they love, tomorrow - hate.
But must they suffer torments, be in grief?
The image of beatitude is turned to ashes.
What is to wait if love is quick and brief?
The Junior Love:
There’s neither way without light,
Nor ashes are without fire.
Among the sorrows of the heart
You judge that people can desire.
Dreams disappear in the skyline -
Dreams are as weak as crystals.
You’re afraid they may be turned
Into the fog and mist.
The masks of envy throw away,
Be impressed by world of colours.
A long and perfect day will beam
Over the heads of lovers.
The Elder Love:
Naivety of yours I see no bounds.
Light-hearted spring will not be blamed by me.
Even at dirty crossroads of the world
I listen to the modest words: “Love me”.
Your love knows nothing of the future,
Errors let pierce the happy hearts.
There’s smell the fragrance of the rose,
But I assure, it’ll fade and pass.
So hurry up, the dawn has woken up.
This day will bring someone the poetry of love,
Or love as grey as windy day
That might remember lovely May.