TATITERA — Заклятие огнем и мраком

O spring without end and without edge — A dream without end and without edge! I recognize you, life! I accept you! And I greet you with the clang of a shield!

I accept you, failure, And success — my greeting to you! In the enchanted realm of weeping, In the secret of laughter — there is no shame!

I accept sleepless arguments, Morning behind the dark curtains of the window, So that my inflamed eyes Be irritated, intoxicated by spring!

I accept deserted villages And the wells of earthly cities! The brightened expanse of the heavens And the languor of slavish labors!

And I meet you at the threshold — With a wild wind in snakelike curls, With the unsolved name of God On cold and pressed lips…

Before this hostile meeting I will never cast down my shield… You will never bare your shoulders… But above us — a drunken dream!

And I look, and I measure the enmity, Hating, cursing, and loving: For the torments, for ruin — I know — All the same: I accept you!

I met the unfaithful one at the entrance: She dropped her kerchief — and alone. No one. Only night and freedom. Only silence standing dreadfully.

I spoke incoherent words to her, Opened all secrets of people to her, Told no one of the meeting, So that she would whisper: take me…

But she, like a slipping bird, Flew into foul weather and gloom, Where a fiery scarlet banner rose — A festive flag falling asleep.

And by the bright house, anxiously, I remained alone with the dark. The impossible was possible, But the possible — was a dream.