Pain is slowly departing,
Wasn’t meant for endlessness.
There’s an end of rebel’s moaning,
Evil sorrow, evil worrying -
Silence, lastly, will suppress.
You have closed your eyeballs, tired,
You don’t wait – her unawares,
Here she comes - with a crystal sounding,
She refills with hope the sighing,
She encircles with a gleam.
Do you hear, through pain and tortures,
As a friend, your old good friend,
Soothed the heart with gentle touches
Of a tender violin?
As if coming of a dream?
It's – a painless form of Eden,
It's - your dearest loving one.
Lie down on a death-bed, smiling,
Silently succumb to dreaming,
Halting Being’s vicious run.
Stretch yourself without wishes,
Smile forever and attest
To that last time you distinguish,
Sleepily, as in a haze,
People, cities, all the rest…
Let these sounds, hardly noticed,
Of this earthly musicness,
Hover lightly, lastly luring,
Over world’s last sleeping bed,
Into new world’s otherness…
Flattery, fame and fraud, and fortune –
Will no more be causing pain ..
Human mindlessness will never
Be enough to entertain ,
Never torture you again…
And again – deceit and fortune,
Gold, and flattery and fame -
Human mindlessness enormous,
Hopeless, endless, superlative,
So…Is this the truly end?
No, there’s still the woods, the orchards,
Country lanes, and country roads,
Russian ceaseless rowdy forests,
Russian foggy meadowlands,
Our murmurings in oats…
And when all shall disappear,
What had been our earthly pains,
She, whom you loved, oh, so dear,
With a loving hand will guide you
To Elysian distant plains.
20/12/2023
Winter solstice
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