You and I we are two knights, both on one horse.
Both of us in the saddle. You are big, I'm small.
We are both on the saddles, and you look ahead,
And you carry me - your baby, and you guard the babe.
And then you put your big sword on head of the babe,
That is how you turn the babe into your own slave,
And the knight caresses the hilt of you big sword,
So that all the enemies you could fight more strong!
And the babe-knight is still small, training his small mouth,
Joyfully he takes a hilt, a thick rod and sucks it,
Never wanting to release your force from his mouth,
Loyally looks in your eyes with the slavish gladness.
That's the meaning in this life - to become a slave of
Love, because it's very calm, dreams without reproaching,
This is an awareness of the laws own essence,
Faithful service, inside which steps are clever, concsious!
That's Tsvetaeva who knows, whispered me from Heaven!
Slavery is hard to find, wrong are evil demons!
When the demon has rebelled - that's why he was broken,
Slavery, as Love commands - demon can't take over.
That's why he is horny, and spiteful, and sarcastic,
For he uprised, but the Truth always is reviving
Spirit of the Slavery, both on one horseback -
Glory to God and thank God! - Make the happy model!