Have passing palaces and halls,
And doors, which eyes couldn't seeing,
I keep inside myself the keys
Of hope and loss, and feelings.
And in each hall I saw a face,
new face, new name in lightness.
But they were hidden from myself
By time, by fog, by distance.
Upwards, upstairs, up and up,
Next step by step on a ladder...
And shadow of the palace last
Will be my own shadow...
Перевод сделан на стиха Алекса Кантера
Минуя залы и дворцы
http://www.stihi.ru/2008/01/23/3274