who is your pastor

Who is your pastor, can you say?
And have your deeds, your speech and way
United in their kindness yet?

To who you serve so tru and steady,
What for you selflessly are ready?
What will you bring for sacrifice?

And you are ready while you follow
To fill the empty cup with hollow
And after share it with a mob.

Someone will gently culture cabbage
And someone their bodies damage
In the Procrustean sly bed.

But all of us will die, my friend,
The days of life will have their end,
So do enjoy the bluest sky.

And keep in peace all helpless creatures
At times you don’t see their features,
But shoots of good will come to light...

Перевод: МГО СПР, НП «Литературная республика»

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