The poem from novel "The feather in the silver scabbard"
I sowed the seeds of words
On my little plot.
I watered them with my tears,
Hoped they will sprout.
I saw high in the sky
The proud eagle.
Forgot my misfortunes
Admiring his flight.
From the wing of the marvelous bird
Fell a feather,
Spun and slowly sank
Onto my palm.
I was keeping the feather
Close to my heart.
I wanted to find the owner
To return his loss.
Among the rocks and waterfalls
I found him.
I touched precious feather with my fingers,
A pity to let go.
He flew towards me, eclipsing sunlight,
Beautiful as a dream.
He did not take the feather from me,
Let me keep it.
I saw on the plot a lot of weeds
When I returned.
Ah! Without my bitter tears
The words don't grow.
I will sharpen the eagle feather,
Fill the inkpot.
I will cry, drip words on paper,
Remembering my love.