Buddha

Вячеслав Иннокентьевич Русаков
Touching the joy, I see a dream:
 Wealth fogs over
 Breath of the world. I'm all drunk -
 My path was paved to Paradise.
 
 Wrapped in gold, I dream,
 As a new food eating,
 I am in the flesh whims and passion immersed,
 I don't know any other life.
 
 Tired of inaction, I dream:
 Stepping into the unknown for the first time,
 I feel sorrow; the whole world is so ridiculous!
 Here luxury and whimsy everywhere!
 
 When I am satisfied with the people, I see a dream:
 Down below, someone strange meets:
 On the dried up body hangs a hoodie,
 The smile shines simple.
 
 Touching suffering, I see a dream:
 The old man who is emaciated trudges
 We are different people; I am so amazed...
 We both burn in the sun.
 
 Having destroyed the illusion, I see a dream:
 The sick man sighs haggardly.
 My heart is pierced by a joyless ringing,
 Blind hope burns.
 
 Lost in wandering, I see a dream:
 The road, covered with dust.
 Lost in the peace of the ruined crowns,
 But suddenly the wings unfold.
 
 Imbued with the truth, I see a dream:
 I merge with the minor pulse,
 With the breath of the world. I do not believe-saved
 Under the Bodhi tree. Awaked.