Зиновья Душкова
Песнь. Song

Celebration

Celebration of the holy day today,

And tomorrow will be clear again.

We can see the Sun in the sky, and know

We’ll have been to see one again tomorrow.

Where begins this life, its indication.

When with me begins communication, —

Ask myself. And when beginner letter,

First time is written on my planet?

I don’t know. But I can ask of the Sun

When did it arise in the sky? And

Behind the stars it is leaving

At some time follows so reddening.

At some time in the sky it is too dark,

When goes the Sun in evening back.

Because it must be everywhere

Where are waiting people with holy will.

Welcome my Sun every time,

And spill the light on every one.

I do know, you can make all people

More fine and sincere.

Good it is when you are in the sky

You don’t sleep at any time

And never I’ll say “good bye”!

I see

I see it is the only day today,

When can I do another will.

I make some time together

With the Sun a little warmer weather.

I think it is very good, when one

Has many friends, but prefer the Sun.

I don’t know where is the man

Who understands where the Sun does run.

Remember anybody, soon

They will be opening with moon

Their secret. Answer they with pleasure

To the question of the people and my star-gazing.

When did you go to little find?

I’ll be very glad to see in the night.

Where have you the bed and house,

Behind the planet does live my Sun?

I know so many stars

Live in the dark sky and away run

Early in the morning. Where are they going

To sleep and where are the rest moving.

I see in the sky so much light,

And see it’s their light flat, —

There is nothing from skyscrapers.

My friends

I thank a lot, my dear friends,

I feel your help every day.

I cannot see you in the space,

But do know, – each has a good face.

I think you must be very much in need

While does live here the holy man. All people

Believe in fineness, when go you

To help, but don’t they know who is who.

I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,

You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!

Where did you go from my planet,

When I want you give more help with merit.

My little friends, I know a lot,

Where on earth all is fine, and short

The road. When does the peace prevail

And you keep singing the song of mountain?

It’s beautiful this song, and never

I did hear on earth any better.

I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —

I want to see them and spell my troubles.

Then we together shall leave.

And will the troubles never be in meeting, —

Good bye! I want to be very happy.

I hear the Sky

Sometimes I hear the sky, and see

What answer it gives about me.

Who does answer? Maybe it is the friends,

Or maybe it is my thought gazer?

I don’t know, but I must

Begin in time to have thoughts only positive.

If they are kind and fine, these letters

I’m very glad to receive them. Better

Preserve these questions from bad thoughts.

And all will be right, when you forget

The troubles, and the evil diddle, —

You have been happy! Need is for all people

Beautiful and far better life.

And always they happiness find

In the Heaven. And very glad be then,

Who find in the sky a secret theme.

Who understands, what will answer sky,

They so much believe and are fine.

They must be better than others,

Who don’t understand anything. The Mother

And father mine – you, dear Sky,

I’m daughter yours, and know —

You love me very much at all times.

I know

I know light is very good for people.

But don’t know they, when begins the simple

Shining on the earth. And don’t know when

Arrives the first ray for helping them.

Where is it going – a little simple ray,

Which is born and grows in clear sky.

They so much were spilling down,

And for ever they have been appearing.

I know, you love so much the dear earth

And want to help it at all times.

Around the planet you keep bright and full of hope:

Some time all people wade the dark rout.

You tell them every day about light,

But they don’t understand what you say. A pity what!

You sky don’t yell in their ears,

But maybe they don’t want to hear?

Believe I, you must be together

With people, and to make for them the weather

More beautiful and likable for ever

As long as you can do. Facing the darkness

Is very much threatening to us,

But are not afraid we. Only nice

I know will be on the earth for us!

Thoughts of the weather

I’m very glad, when see in the sky

The reddening Sun. Then all feelings mine

Arise higher, than what they are

When falls night. The Sun does

Awake me in the morning, I open the window

And say at once the words: I need you!

Where were you in the evening, I can’t you find

In the blinking sky, what do you do at night?

Welcome to the sky early in the morning, —

I like to see you. All my thinking

I address to you, and know I, —

You come from behind dark night.

I want to see you every day.

The weather been all right when then

Be able to see and feel Sun.

The earth be fine, and one

Will keep all kind and blue rays

Which are going on the waiting place.

I don’t know, what weather better

For dear earth is? And one letter

I write to sky, and ask I then, —

When is the better our planet? Am

I very glad to see life-sun system!

Believe it is nice

Believe I every time is nice,

But do not every day see best.

Where is this place, when can see I

The beautiful and clear sky?

I can wait for a lot of time,

When go and live on the earth mine.

I am meeting everywhere the day

With hope: now must be fair.

If there is life, must live it in hope,

And never lose I the bright dream and thoughts.

It helps me so much in my life,

I’m thankful, – they are very fine.

Believe I in you, clear dear sky,

I know, only you can my

Thoughts carry away from here, —

I need them, am happy and hope fully eager.

Sometimes you answer me at once

And promise life the best. The wings

Abandon me, – now is going the time,

A lot of troubles don’t let me find.

I must believe all the time,

Keep hope only in the sky, —

Sun shining giving fortune nice!

It’s raining

It’s raining now… Tell me weather

About drops, their secret glare.

Who understand my dream and thought,

When I can’t myself understand.

Of the time, when comes the rainy weather,

And raindrops fall on the earth so much,

I think, why does weep the sky, and what

It wants me to say about its grief?

Troubles causing who is? Maybe man,

Who lives here and doesn’t know their

Place planet is? When will they know

About the time which does go. Let follow

After rain the shine, is asking everyone.

What for he wasted so much time?

The sky and earth are friends! What answer you?

Maybe you think, rainbow can’t find who

Is here rakish, wicked? Most of all

Sky makes him growl, often the toll

Don’t hear from a cry they. So much

I wept with the sky, and don’t know what

Kept me so beautiful in rain or shine

And held my feelings only fine.

Believe I, teardrop for me any more hasn’t sky!

What to write?

I don’t know what I’ll write today,

But know, – it must be composed very well.

And must bring of happiness the feeling.

Today the Sun I can’t see while it is raining from the sky.

Was raining yesterday, and is raining now,

Tomorrow maybe the rain won’t leave the day our.

It wants to make every thing more clean and one

Can do this work by water. Everyone

Will see in the morning now, in so much time

How great work had the rainy weather done.

They just believe how clever is the weather

And the feeling will follow whether

Will be or will not to be there the Sun in sky, —

It must be there always. But time to time

We need other sights as well

Which bring for us more likeable feelings.

The nice and fine people are living everywhere

And have been growing from raindrops,

The beautiful and thankful words, —

I want about that to write. But little know.

Or maybe better, if I learn,

I can write words a few million.

But heart says to write about the sky short spoken.

To dree

Beginning of time about I never think

What does it mean one word to dree.

Why must I dree my weird, and why

I must be living so sad a life?

Behind I do not want to see,

But the future what is presenting me?

I do not know. Let me live

And say to the troubles mine: “good bye!”

I can be very patient, when

Come grief and misery, also troubles with them.

But I am tired, – always to wait

And ask the sky: when will leave me the night?

When the Sun for me at noon will shine,

And morning star bring the time nice?

I very much need beautiful advice, —

So rarely get it. How pretentious life is,

Had pretended – doesn’t hear me, nor see,

And doesn’t want to know about troubles around me.

I’ll call you, life, give the look one

Myself shall have presented some

Of the wonderful and thankful words —

About your gifts. First of the old

Forgotten word to dree, of course!

Disturbance

Disturbance of my feelings, but why

I don’t understand why can’t I fly.

Where are wings mine, when wing-beat I do

And fly high above the earth. Who

Can flap together with me by its wings

And would fly to the Sun with me.

Is it the man on the earth or may be not?

He stays in the sky and sees from there? Short

Is life! Or maybe I’ll be meeting in next life

My love, and love-child born for happiness ours.

Or maybe next life there isn’t for me

And hope I let there never be

Execution. How many are the old,

I can wait for them? I think such a lot.

And never, I never say

Then will be coming the holy day,

How many times I live and see that one

Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.

Following what will be? Is it surprising?

What color is it, and who is painting?

I hope never there will be dark colors

For me, and other people dear ones.

I want to see the picture only of star plus!

With a smile

Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.

What did you say about a smile? And who

Must smile? All people? Very much?

Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch

Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile

And never be you gloomy and dismal.

I understand so difficult is to be nice,

When life is very sad, and burden mine

To pull down. How can I stand right,

When stands around me the black midnight.

Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,

But no hope already to find.

Midnight has so many shining stars

And every one makes a present light.

Look at the sky, be all eyes

And you will see the eye-catcher, for us

Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.

How many gifts has the sky to hearten:

Heartfelt light is going everywhere,

Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful

Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,

Then space will spill so much of light.

To the smile it will answer every time!

Establishment

How many words are negative,

Are plural and infinitive.

But so few words mean fine,

And we can see their clear shine.

Establishment has everyone

But where is the first born? In the night

Were born dark words. And morning star

Is the mother of shining words. Too far

Were born they, but look about – and face

They live together. What is the case

Where are living they? – It is the man

Whose lingual slang is bad. They

Talking are so fell now.

Are often they forgetting how

Must speak. Somebody else does know

Lot of beautiful words. Make show

With letters and with words, but why?

Establishment must be all fine.

And every phrase will be so fine writing

And every sentence will be shining.

Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden

Himself to spell bad ones. So needful

Is to establish wonderful words for people.

Perhaps be night?

Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What

I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,

But maybe still it’s remaining. One

Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun

I cannot see – now very wet.

Where weather is fine, there it went

Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!

I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.

When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,

Then all will be right in feelings mine.

Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter

About that I’m writing. Better

When are in the sky the Sun and stars,

When all the time there are shining ones.

Believe I, so many people

Do prefer the Sun, and there is need of

Weather lovely. In the human heart

Let the Sun and morning star

Dwell deeper. When soul is full, —

All life will be more beautiful.

Beginning early morning for myself, —

I am meeting the shining ray.

Together we reject the wet rain!

Somewhere…

Somewhere is a blue sky,

Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine

Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,

Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.

How many kinds the weather does have

It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.

But every kind is teaching the people,

How must they live on earth and be useful.

Sometimes ones doesn’t understand

What the weather tells again. What the wood

Does speak about the rustle of foliage,

And what is saying the rain to oblige?

I never hearken the weather,

Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.

Or nobody had taught me

How to understand the weather free.

I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,

Who is sending thunder and lightning,

Who lights up the stars in black sky,

When there is on my earth night?!

Perhaps somewhere is someone

Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.

Some time I’ll his footprints find?

Suppose

Supposed I of many a kind

To be its color black or white.

To be it the trouble, or be fine

Always supposed over much time.

But now should I for ever suppose?

Perhaps there are things about cost

I don’t know anything. Why

Supposed always over so much of time

Or I was very hopeful and saw

In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!

When black is black, and white is white,

What can I in one color find?

Supposing it is a great mistake

To look for light across the color black?

I understand, but my character

Pushed me always to be looking for light.

I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.

But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.

If I suppose all, everything in the night?

That I have found the color white.

It must be moon, or the shining star,

Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.

The space for me – always a lighthouse!

Suggest

To make a suggestion, my sky, —

What must I this morning write.

About what my thought must bear,

Suggest me some beautiful idea.

About dreams? – It’s very good —

This idea has many a fruit.

Dream-land is very rich to the thought

So wonderful, but then, better not.

All thoughts of dream are meeting here.

All people send such best idea

In land this. How fine is some

That humanity will have done

For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.

And never would they send the frost.

But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,

Who saw it? Always dark night

Eyeless can see. But hope can

Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.

In the heart is the eye, one can all see

Always one doesn’t close, and is free

It is observing silence in our life

And low is the suggestion, if mind

How must it think, when dream in the night.

Represent

Represents every day for me something

And what I’ll do with the trial this?

How can I stand the test of life,

And how make the decision right?

When can I find my hearty friend,

Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave

Me ever with my troubles great?

But I must simply not be afraid.

Together better, than be alone,

But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find

My hearty friend. But helps me hope,

And every time inspires one thought.

About suffering I won’t be forgetting,

Always remember hope while thinking.

The way is thorny, very painful

Alone am going myself thankful

Among thankless people here.

But life represents a good idea:

To be or not to be?! What to choose?

What answer to this question,

Have chosen I? It’s quite possible

I have done it already. My answer is simple, —

Represents every day for me the likeable people.

Thought about thought

What is the meaning of the word thought,

Who did invent the first of the lot?

What is it made of? Who is the master?

It’s very interesting to find the answer.

But where to look for its history

And who can answer right, mage? Mister!

Someone is here, who can answer

The questions mine? Keep silent, master.

I want to know why are thoughts

So different, diverse. My God!

Why are they living all together? —

It can’t be of one mind! The weather

Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,

But why do the thoughts live in place one.

One thought is ready to be cut,

But the other helps, and is treating the heart.

Why judge from every time by my feelings,

Are they false, or enemies?

Why are you fighting all the time, —

Go back from where have you come,

Let live in mind mine only the right ones,

The beautiful thoughts. Like grass

Let grow them gratefully and nice.

Sins

I have so many sins, but short is my life.

When can I turn it to the path right?

The ones that pushed me

To sin are like stones to the feeling free.

What must I do? I don’t want

To live together with the dark spot!

I want to be spotless, clever, fine,

But sins are pushing all the time.

How to cope with them? I can or not?

Who’ll be the victor in the endless fight?

Sometimes it starts an offensive

Sometimes deviates from the adversary.

I’m a strategist, who is observing

How sins are fighting with odd stagger.

I often have been winning in life,

And always I have dreamt to say: “Good bye,

My last sin, and never return!”

I am building a house of precious stones.

Around will grow a million white roses

And never sin will trample underfoot the flowers.

To live in sin, – I never wanted

To live in Love, – my dream! And thinking

I’m all the time about the lovely morning.

Surprise

Surprised every day in my life!

What a lot it has for me of surprise?

I am not tired ever, every thing

Represents unexpected. I wince! —

What prepares for future the time,

What has it to astonish the mind.

Prepared life has me for anything!

I’m hope, can get to win.

Let me be friendly with herself,

And don’t have the thoughts so sad:

Accommodation is here for everyone, —

They all want calmness all the time.

Someone is afraid to get a new problem, —

What is the life, if it has nothing.

The life is first of all, the best surprise,

And full of astonishing things.

Who wants to be living, must be ready

First thing to face problem with the mind so pretty.

Then maybe will smile the fortune

And happiness will come soon.

Surprise sometime is very good,

And has a lot of lovely fruit.

I’ll wait for surprise, with hope, look!

Loveable

Come on, the sky, and down you look,

How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!

Always here are flowers. Color blue

And many of other kinds. Is drawing who? —

Whose love is very much and fine,

Enough to give us the magic shine?

For me, for you, for the people following,

Who’ll come in the next age, or morning.

Somewhere is the Loving Man…

But is it the man? Who rightly can

So love? I know – only God

Can love all love-lorns. Every thought

Is love-oriented, and gives us hope,

To be all the time lovely and cope.

God never does judge himself

His law He made a gift for ourselves.

He all the time sent better thoughts

For earthly people, but they lost.

Don’t keep love-letters ever maybe,

Somebody has a priestly letter.

What does He write to us? What wants He to say?

Constantly many letters do send.

About the loveable, He will have said!

My Teacher

I’m writing now about goodness of the words

About Teacher mine. I can, of course,

The best of phrases choose now

And write all the fine ones. How

I’ll find them, if I don’t know

The language, which I study now,

But I’m not afraid, whit not!

I can ask help of my heart a lot.

It doesn’t have the tongue, but must I say

Feelings very beautiful are in there.

I’m hearing what advice it gives now

And writing the love story on the ground.

About the shine and biggest fire having come

I feel always, – Your thought is fine!

You had taught me about thoughts

So wonderful and in them the first:

To be always with a smile in life,

To be more beautiful and nice

To be very kind, loving and fine,

And only right I shall have done.

My Teacher, all the words in life

Can’t tell much about You, – how fine

Is the theory Your! Take the tribute thankful mine!

Prepare

I’m preparing for the new way

And must be ready to wholly pay.

I shouldn’t leave of the duty nothing,

And pay so as to make the holding.

So difficult to prepare alone,

But I must know truth, which is simple.

This way may pass the single one,

Therefore I must get ready some.

What is necessary on this way?

In the first place it’s a thought of fay.

In the second, it is the thought of free-will,

And in the third, it’s one about the common weal.

Enough that to make the beginning,

And these three thoughts can be worth following.

Another one attracts the mind,

That is so beautiful and kind.

On the way are helpful only thoughts,

The luggage is very light, not gross.

The thoughts are better friends in life,

Their help is needed all the time.

I’ll gather all my helpers here,

Who went together, will be near.

I don’t feel alone and don’t fear.

Gloom

Has been arising gloom in life,

But who awaited it, and it was coming why?

I never awaited the dark time,

But it without call had come.

Represents the darkness, present its,

And waiting, what will I do with a lot of hits.

What pushed me in the darkness one,

Why can’t I get lost in the previous time.

Always it finds, and always it does hit,

Why can’t it be tired, never sleep?

I pity, sorry feel for you, —

And send to the rest home for rest, adieu!

Live there, and let live. Another

Time never come back, be frozen.

I don’t threaten, but you must remember:

Don’t blow the fire, – Fen-fire I am.

I can appear like light! Gloom, don’t come here, —

Live place this and don’t touch my dears.

Let live the goodness without gloom, —

Let people live with Sun and moon.

It’s the light that is always shining best,

They are sending always the needy rays.

Forgot I gloom, – dream-shine, meet the space.

Hammer

The fortune is like hammer, man is nail.

Sometime it hits too hard, another time

Takes rest and restores power to itself,

Then hits too strongly and in a way very fell.

But what must keep the man in life, —

May be the connection with the lovely kind?

Perhaps we must care very quickly

In thoughts and acts about the needy.

When passes life so fast and sad

You may catch up and make agreement

With others: To be kindness itself,

And never hit. Ask it yourself,

What does it want to get from you? Let answer,

Or, may be, it is your duty lastly,

And must pay in time in full, —

Then hammer can’t hit you.

The life will be better, fate will be nice,

Prepare for the fortune better thus!

Already sent somebody thoughts

For you, – receive this letter of the God.

What does write He? – Hammer is a man,

The fortune is a nail, and people can

Be hammersmiths of life-fate then.

Horizon

Horizon blue, horizon dark,

Which color better? Which do you like!

In color blue are the glowing rays,

In dark are reservoirs of strength.

What kind of secrets does have horizon,

Always something has been arising.

Always it is sending: darkness or light,

Thunder with lightning, or cloud white.

Sometimes sends rain, sometimes snow

Or fog, or wind, or heat or cold.

I can’t enumerate all things,

What’s sending horizon for building.

Or maybe horizon is master,

Who manages builders? Their construction

Must be pleasing and fine,

For people providing truly the shine.

New game what does present? Now the day

Has promised to likely meet.

I can believe its promise nice,

Because it never deceived us.

Horizon is too dark in the night,

But early morning – lightful sky, —

All things have the happy-end in life!

Eventide

Good evening! How many words

Did write about the morning poets,

So many wrote about night,

But why the evening isn’t good?

This time is very good, fine,

More colorfully does the Sun shine.

All people speed, after finishing work.

They go home, there awaits the hot dog,

Awaits the TV set, and lastly – the bed…

From day to day till life will end.

I’m proposing, to put a stop

To being lifeless. Lifetime is very short!

At first the morning, day and evening,

And lastly – the night-deadlock where is ending.

In the evening, you must stop and look

How magnificent is the life! What took

From morning you through the lightful day?

What kind of treasure trove had you kept?

The evening – good time in life,

When we may spend to care for a time.

In evening must be always fine,

Life never does return, to the regret mine.

But sunny evening presents the sunset of life.

Principles

In previous time was shining the Sun,

In the new day, again is shining one.

But why in principle keep right,

And never infringe its state.

Why people can’t observe the laws.

From day to day are writing who

All principles in previous time did write

For man. Law-writer knows its right.

But who is one? The nature is,

Or may be somebody who is ruling it?

Seasons come back from time to time

How abiding to the laws they are?

Who is the lawgiver for man and seasons,

Who wants to be alright on the earth?

Who’s leading the weather and does restore

Its full strength and for long?

Who can be competent in life,

And know in all respects what is right?

Who is deserving attention ours

Whom may we love without being false?

It’s only the God! His principle is fine

We must all know in the life:

To be with all people in truthful Love!

Noon

Has written somebody about noon? —

Must be… But very seldom, whom

Was found interest in the problem,

Which may have been the noon. What sort is it?

Morning is always the lucky time,

When people wait for the day some fine.

At noontime ready will be for meeting

With happiness, but luck may not be speeding.

Why won’t speed it, when people wait.

They very much need to meet the light.

Somebody will be meeting now,

Someone tomorrow will have found.

Cross out the noon of last parting day,

Will be ready for the new, which must be clear.

It will bring many happy hours,

When dreams will have been all realized.

In the morning we were waiting for the shine,

At noontime we meet the shining Sun,

In evening see off, to meet the time next.

What is better: wait or see? Meet – the best!

That’s why I’m writing about noon.

Noontide is the time, when all is full

Of happy awaiting the next meet soon.

Illumination

Already the day comes back to night,

But while last night leaves us, new will come.

New something am reading for myself,

What time will be improving the health?

Somewhere does go the Sun with rays

To finely illuminate the west…

Help me, my Sun, and take me along.

I wish with you together I am gone.

Don’t leave me here, soon will be night.

I don’t want to sleep, I want to live the time.

Lost time is never found again.

But you can help me, foot-loose day!

With you in company I am not afraid

Of being lost, of being late.

Catch up shall we the time, which is lost. This loss

Will be made up, if we can, of course.

Always must man be in time,

And never loose the time, which does shine.

Before it was so difficult to return,

To lovely time, when all had shone.

From time to time I look at the sky

Where is the Sun, – at noon it did shine?

Illuminating time, illume the life mine!

Part II. Blank verse

Magnetic

1. What is the magnetic in our life?

What has the magnet, which everything joins.

What to prefer for a subject?

What is this? Perhaps the shining Sun in the sky it is…

2. Look at nature, how is everything

Grand joyful coming up on the earth. Win!

You can hear how grows grass,

How joyful it is, when the Sun rises?

3. To come to full blossom floral

A little one is the speed raising in the floret.

Persistently does introduce its bud

To sunbeams Helps it the golden light!

4. Let be all little buds bright flowers,

It has waited for much time, when sunrise

Begins it serves as life-giving.

The life-blood comes back winning.

5. And all again will be waiting,

When appears the sky-candle shining.

The nature waits, but how does man wait?

Can people feel this magnet light?

6. May understand they depend on the Sun?

May love and wait, grass all the time?

Can hope be when it is dark, and found,

Some little grain the right way? Shame out!

7. To the little ness one can find his way,

But man all his life looks only for himself.

Why can’t they, like the grain, rightly find,

Why prevent themselves from being right?

8. Who higher is, the man, or grain?

I heard, man the “crown” is. Feint!

The lovely nature is kind and does give

All its fruits for the man, – all are fed!

9. The flowers want to be charming. What for it is?

In order to charm the man by beauty its.

I can’t enumerate all gifts for people

The endless generous kind, its simple.

10. Be worthy of the nature? Well, but how?

Attempt to be a flower, which is forever kind,

Then learn how must we live with love,

So as magnetic to be, like the sunrise!

Cloud-drift

1. I see from the window how does the cloud drift

It’s very beautiful this white-headed

And wise wanderer. Where is going it?

Where the friends are, why single way you keep?

2. Today the sky is quiet and blue,

And nobody does threaten you.

Dark clouds can’t hit the little one.

But you are a daredevil, if single come.

3. In the sky are many surprises,

Too little are you, don’t know there what is

Sometimes thunderstorm or storm,

The lightning cuts the black clouds. Along!…

4. For people sings the sky in warning

Menacing thunder tell about something.

You may be know the mother tongue, —

You are born in the sky, and must tell in a manner fine.

5. Perhaps you came for special talk

And looked in window mine. What you spoke?

Who sent you, addressee who?

If tired are, stop. I will talk with you.

6. I never talked in my life

With clouds, never thought in my mind

About wanderers in the sky…

I’m sorry! Great mistake it’s mine.

7. You pass so often day and night,

And always silently you say. Your silence – wise.

Is able who to keep silent, he is sage.

All people must listen, the wisdom to catch.

8. In silence can we hear many thoughts,

Which does send for us the grand sky, of many sorts.

But always does say about weather fine

How very much it is loving – for people to shine.

9. When weather is awful, the clouds dark,

Then people must be very kind.

If never hit they on the earth anything

The sky forgives them, puts a stopper?

10. Where do you come from my new thoughts,

Perhaps brought by new wind and grow,

Or may be said this little cloud

Something about happy love…

Repeat to me aloud!

Choice

1. All, who are living on this earth,

Must always have the feelings.

From time to time does represent the life

New problem. How to solve it in time?

2. It’s necessary to choose which you like

But sometimes they are very dark,

Are filthy. To have a dawn.

What may we choose in this wrong round?

3. Where middle is the golden mean

Which is better, when all are in sin?

Or maybe can we take one,

And make it much better, than it was done.

4. Try to take one wrong, and make it right,

Then second one, and third, – spread light.

Dark ones will leave, if we can

Correct the mistake, which did we then.

5. All choose, all look for the best,

And nobody wants to be crass.

But somebody, who too tired to look

He went to seed, and dark thought took.

6. Is very difficult to choose the way,

When so many mistakes prevent us every day.

But we must distinguish everything

In order to henceforth better think.

7. Everything chooses its way: the grain and man,

Some will choose right, some wrong way for them.

All must make choice in environment

What is very dark and full of wrongs causes problem.

8. Not all can find the better way,

Someone finds lowermost again…

Some people the middle road prefer,

Not many find uppermost and to it refer.

9. There are only three ways for all living.

To slide down lower is very easy,

Climbing is very difficult… But the middle?

The middle way is like gold and simple.

10. The upper way is best in that

It near the Sun and stars will always be

Which choice do you make – gloom or light?

Your choice is free, – take which you like!

Careful

1. Who careful is? – question is fine,

But are all the living? They must be and shine!

What problem is, to cast a look:

About being careful, was written a law book?

2. Where from they know how must they live?

Who told them the law, how to feel

Why all around infringe that one,

But only careful have the observing done.

3. Faithfully observing the ideal act

Is very difficult, but for what

Are living they, if don’t know

Another kind of law, except the noble.

4. Believe in nice, believe in fine,

Believe in all, that clear and does shine.

Carefully does live who in the life,

He will bring happiness in time.

5. All people want to be happy men,

But what are they doing for the dream then?

Increasing unhappiness, disaster, troubles

Then waiting for fine result? What’s?

6. If don’t they know the law does increase,

They never can believe in nice.

They never get right result,

Because they cannot increase the right.

7. So only the kind which is best in all,

May get in consequence the positive talk.

Desperate extremely – think,

Godlike thinking can be big.

8. That’s big of man to be able to help.

But not all in speed with the helpless met

All have been speeding on business their

Don’t stop near the needy ever – there…

9. But sometimes an irresolute man

Does stop, lends a helping hand.

Somebody will resuscitate life,

And carefully step by step will go up.

10. What do the careful feel inside?

Who found peace for soul, who

Godhead did save? Answer, Almighty God

How must live with the sacred thought?

Inside

1. All things in life have the inside,

Which we can’t see what kind.

But we can feel what is in some

If very much want to know the one.

2. Inside is secret, closed men

Don’t reveal ever mystery in them.

All secrets are living inside,

And very seldom – outside.

3. The man of heart is open to all,

He can’t keep secrets, is he to fall?

No! – This kind of man is very busy, —

He always wants to share with needy.

4. In one’s heart of hearts – inside

He keeps so much of a lovely kind.

And never does conceal this jewel

With pleasure distributes this, being truthful.

5. I can’t believe what for do hide people

Themselves can feel better, truth is simple;

Who gives, he will take back

So it is best to kindly feel. And then

6. It must be fine and nice. Tomorrow

Represents in life new day with hope.

All can be better! Only the day

We must have left – from day to day, —

7. Are leaving troubles and problems

The darkness one, and take – best hopes —

The next day. Leave the useless thing

In the past. Forget and leave the recalling of it.

8. Remember only the goodness,

When go forward, boldly go straight!

It is impossible to return to life

Where troubles and distress await.

9. What have inside the lovely men?

Perhaps it is the shining-heart in them.

Or maybe it is the golden soul…

Kind-hearted man is the crown, all-in-all.

10. But for all that, what is inside

Wrath, gloom, or very blinding light?

The whole space can fill in the soul inside,

But we must clamber to fire and shine!

Probably

1. Probably this day today will have been fine.

In early morning the sunrays had come down.

They where speeding to awaken all,

Wake up! Don’t oversleep, rise, fool!

2. Great silence has been ringing bells —

It is the sunny, joyful rays.

Each one looks for some —

Who are up and alive being careful.

3. Probably there is someone who is needy

Of the warm-hearted, who very quickly.

May provide warmth full of life

Lovesick rays always fall in love.

4. Object of its adoration – all,

Who are living on earth. Call

From beginning of the day to the end, together

To be all warm for ever, gloomy – never!

5. To go to glorify the evening? – Not!

In the morning they return with God

Rays can’t grow dim, and never die

They leave in time, so as to return with fire.

6. Probably people don’t know anything,

About sunbeams, – what for they are moving.

Probably can’t comprehend mystery of light,

Although always will for sunrise wait.

7. In all likelihood can people be feeling

So many gifts the shining day has given.

Today somebody has met his love

Love – match is the best event of life.

8. Somewhere is born long-awaited child,

For the first time has seen sunlight.

Someone is speeding to help his fate,

And is not afraid again of being late.

9. Somewhere else people are celebrating

The happy birthday. Collaboration!

All correlation in our life.

How can we be living without light?

10. We must all know about rays

Which make a present for future days.

If don’t get now, will be given the day next

Not problem will be, – the future is the best!

Humaneness

1. Humanity lives multitude of centuries

And must have known about future ours.

Some people had said of views on life,

But others can’t understand ideas fine.

2. What did they say? Very simple thing…

About the earth, – that is round, alive.

About the people, who live in spite,

And evilly destroy those, who are very kind.

3. Why doesn’t leave evil ever them

Endlessly many wars they started then.

And now continue inhuman excesses

When to put an end to wars the battle rages.

4. When will be coming peace and rest

Earth much tired is of waiting for the best.

Let us to Mother our, give restful life

Without rest has been living for a long time.

5. Always is growing for people things

Whatever do of need they, fully is giving.

Earth always fed and dressed people,

But did anyone say to Mother, we are thankful?

6. Sure, it is humanly possible, —

To say some words of love which are very simple.

About careful treatment, warm attitude

Wet-nursing, and future being kind.

7. A heart to heart talk is very good,

But good talkers are small doers. In a hut

Who lives, little speaks, but a lot does;

Without words, may silently help you.

8. Who told the truth, had perished, by spite killed.

To kill by inches, to make a bonfire of… Killers!

But thoughts of truth are living, and now

I can repeat again, – the Earth is round!

9. It can be repeated about being kind

Kind – hearted man is best, – “Blue blood”.

In tender hearts are full of feelings,

Which are very kindly, with lovely meanings.

10. Who humane are? All people be may?

Call oneself humankind? What say?

Perhaps someone be worthy of the call,

But only who is the best of them all.

Bird

1. A little bird is flying in the sky.

Who taught it to so fly?

Where teacher is? Where parents are?

Why is alone flying this little one?

2. From which nest had flown nestling this?

Who sent up in the flight? Was it good sense?!

Birds are born for the high flight

In the first place are aspiring to be in the sky.

3. But why are the little birds so attracted by height

Why they want to rise to a great height in flight

What are they looking for in the sky, what do they find there,

Of their life the necessaries are in the blue sphere.

4. Sky is possessor of the magic life-blood,

But not all can fly in there.

Can only the birds, which have two wings.

Wing-beat must be resolute and clean.

5. Bird never can live without

Blue sky, and never loose the sound,

Which calls in height always, in flight.

Live birds on earth for higher life.

6. Where do you come from, little daredevils?

Who taught you to fly so well than all other lives.

What for are you always flying here,

What do you say to the people dear?

7. About life their? You can help?

But what you may have said?

With wing-beats will have been you talking,

And hope, people must have been hearing.

8. Set an example always for them

What must they think of flying then.

Look up to the sky, bird wings are sprouting.

You can be tiring? – It will come to nothing!

9. We all were born on earth, but

The little birds can rise in flight.

Because they haven’t wings? God my!

10. Make gifts for man, – two little wings

Let them be flying, one is tired feeling

Himself being a creeper… Some want to be in the sky,

And dream of freedom, like the birds which fly.

Key

1. The little key may have meaning some, —

May open door, or close one.

All secrets safe with the little key,

And surely it can silence keep.

2. Each thing has a key in our life,

All problems can we open, fine,

When have found the key,

Which may open and make them free.

3. It is impossible with false key to open,

Disclose secrets, which are a problem.

But always looking for, what is right

We must run through inside.

4. Who the keeper is of all the keys in life?

Where must we look for it, how to find?

Why are things kept secret from me,

I’d like to find the little key.

5. I’d like to open all doors,

In order to, never again to close.

Why people are closed, together living,

But always can’t be open. Dear!

6. Why may we be living so all the time?

When shall we begin to trust some one?

Man must be trustful, very kind,

And nobody should close the door in front.

7. But people are closed always! How

I can find the key for their deep souls?

They don’t want to open the mind to some,

Because are afraid will be ridiculed by the ones.

8. Until we can make ourselves understood

We can’t feel happy, – fall would.

Fellow-traveler all man in life is,

But why not friends be, why worst does arise.

9. Where the key is for the baddy some,

I’d like to close bad blood deep inside.

To take the bad with the good, – fine!

But better take leave of this kind.

10. All are looking for love the happy key,

But very difficult it to find. Who can see,

Who knows where can we find? – I know!

We hold it in the truthful heart!

Child

1. All people, who on earth live,

Were born as children. In feeling

Keep anyone can this beautiful time,

When carefree all deeds are done.

2. Child has too many qualities, which is best,

But one quality isn’t transformed into quality next.

It is a pity! How much kindness

Was done with child, and was left the mind in fineness.

3. Who is the killer? Killed who the best thoughts,

Which live in children’s minds. And who has

Those killed? Answer who?

Why children can’t keep fine, are lost soon?

4. To be in second childhood, well?

But what is childhood, who can rightly tell?

In all likelihood it’s better time,

When little man the great likelihood has done.

5. Then collide with indifference, which does kill,

And one after another die all best feelings.

How can they keep inviolable the gift?

It must be clean and never hit.

6. If little one can know in advance,

How man is growing up from little ones,

Perhaps he can show some fight, —

And have the fight for one’s life mind.

7. The struggle for existence is a very severe test.

But singly must a man without rest,

Fight through every hardship then,

And gain a victory over false and base.

8. Perhaps will never come back

The falsity and the darksome bad.

But all must know very well

Where have come from people fell.

9. They are from childhood, like traits all,

But very different from childlike who are all.

Why not believe, what sees child in dream,

Fancy child’s is of great vitality in feeling.

10. My dear little one, you must look ahead,

Your open eyes will have seen sad

Don’t throw out child, along with water of bath

And you’ll in future hear how grows the grass!

Problem

1. What problem is, about problem I write.

They come together in the darkness of night.

How many of them! But who is afraid,

To face the problem? Don’t be late.

2. When come some problem in our life,

We must face it, and must everyone

Take up without long thoughts in mind,

And without keeping long in our inside.

3. When comes second, third, and fourth,

Tackle them together, – freeze!

All problems come always at a time.

I’m afraid, they are never fine.

4. When second time again are rising,

And never leave in spite of advising?

What can we do with problems then,

When they will have grown. To fan the flame?

5. All thoughts in mind are living together,

But not all are friendly. Are rich and poor.

One thought is high, another lower down,

Some are false, but others sound.

6. Why they all together are living? —

This is a big problem to cause the feeling.

Another thought, ought not to have problem,

And all the time sleep well, not thinking.

7. If somebody doesn’t want to think, —

About arising problems, which have the mark:

Such a man can never worthy be

To be called a man by humanity.

8. If can’t be worthy, why must live? —

So that in future with problem be?

Who sleeps, he has no problem ever,

But who is awake soon gets them all.

9. What better, sleep, or be unsleeping

Without dream we can be living

Dream never can be without thoughts,

But thought without mind, never grows.

10. How can live people without mind?

They never can be true and right.

But truthful always have many problems…

Those who are living ones, welcome to good sense!

Wise

1. At the time, when does the Sun rise,

We can see, how the nature is wise.

From time to time, we must believe,

Sunrise in us does the life-blood fill.

2. Life never can be without light.

If very dark, and everywhere night,

All people feel themselves afraid,

And only Sun can make them fearless.

3. In the warm sunlight, – all living meet

The Sun warms with joy after sleep.

Did we meet better without the sun-shining?

It is unlikely! The Sun is inspiring.

4. Where have been living the wise, perhaps in the Sun…

Perhaps in the star are living some.

Somewhere up, and higher than all…

Who can see, – only who is tall?

5. Why all reach for the Sun, warm in the sky,

Why can’t live anybody without light?

Who can answer me, when people are wise

To put some wisdom in question ours.

6. Who keeps the wise answer from all beings

Why long-drawn silence keep about it.

When comes the light, there is coming the Sun.

We very much need the wisdom fine.

7. When will come time for sages to talk.

And we can see wise light in them? What!

On earth everywhere is foggy night,

And the mind of man it wraps up.

8. You can throw off, or grow numb for ever?

After that time mind won’t come back ever.

Best thought will come like timid quest,

Let live it for the living of next.

9. Too difficult about wisdom to write,

I know only the sage can explain right.

But man all lifetime must be ready,

For the sagacious wisdom steady!

10. Wise day begins from sunrise time,

The sage thinks the first thought fine.

Who can give good advice? —

It’s only the man whose thoughts are wise!

About the book

1. Some words about the book I must say.

How people live without the book can?

Who thought of the first sheet of paper white,

Then first blank verse had begun to write?

2. We don’t know… poet did too little live.

Time can’t all themes keep.

Soon people were forgetting it…

And never did remember the first-born song.

3. Somebody joins in a refrain in mind

And good idea will be living. Fight!

Poetry must fight its way,

To fight alone from day to day.

4. Too seldom people are meeting verse,

Without arrogance, with beauty sense.

Don’t understand, what he wanted say

A simple man, who is a poet called, is one of them.

5. Which kind of feeling inspires to write.

What said the people long ago of light.

Or said about fate and the fateful one,

Or maybe wrote thoughts about the shining Sun.

6. We can’t know… What a pity!

Perhaps first man had been too needy

Of words, which can support at the time

When fortune leaves. Where consolation to find?

7. If single can’t man console oneself

Who may him help, when people sell…

The only song, or blank verse some, —

If wisdom is in the book, then all is fine.

8. This author thankworthy, give him good thanks!

In adversity he was living, – unhappy fate’s

When is not wise the book, that can help us, —

It’s only white sheet, of no help thus.

9. On the white sheet blank verse you’ll write.

Some day somebody will take in mind

Your thoughts, which can help them in life.

It is beyond sufferance, we said, but why?

10. In life all possibly! Must people say,

How much good is the book, showing the way.

Which kind you chose? In future look, —

Perhaps the best of all – the Bible Book?!

Song

1. In eventide is heard a tender song.

Who sings, perhaps it’s the sunbeam on the run,

Which had left last after other rays,

And wants to give the gift to people of sense.

2. A sunny day was leaving us,

Sunset is beautiful, it grants

A little ray, which can sing a song,

But not all may hear it fine.

3. The song too silent is, and never

The earless can be hearing.

Man must be all ears, if wants

To give ear to the last rays warm.

4. Too difficult to gain the ear of man,

When doesn’t want to hear song, which sings for him the ray.

About its subject how will he know —

What may we understand? It is high above!

5. Perhaps can help us the open heart,

And we shall understand it means what?

Why is leaving always the little ray

What for in the darkness it should remain?

6. When comes on earth a darkling night,

Some people are afraid and wait for

Sunrise… Is it sun-worship? – No!

They simply very much love the twin souls.

7. For them remain these tender rays,

For people they sing a song for days.

To help it leaves the shining Sun,

For the soul it sings the heartfelt song.

8. When not a ray of hope to see

Bright day, when clear-cut all things,

Somebody feeling then too depressed

And looking for anyone for him to be helped.

9. During the day all people are together,

They meet, work, always busy.

But majority single stay in the night, —

They don’t love ever the eventide.

10. Them helps the sky with sunny rays.

For everyone are sent the friends.

They are invisible… Only the song

Testifies to the love-worthy Sun!

Advice

1. Some people don’t like any advice,

Someone likes to give to others few words wise.

Adviser can be competent ever

But mostly not authoritative.

2. All people are in need of one, or not?

Bitter experience may advise a lot.

Life has too much sudden surprise.

And sometimes we can’t get advice.

3. The best advice, which comes in time,

Which is delayed, is not fine.

Advice in time is trusty friend,

Who can be rendering a real help.

4. So many kinds of advice are,

Is beautiful, or an unwise one.

Too many advisedly say,

But all does on adviser depend.

5. A lot of advices people have.

In all centuries something to tell.

The past knew very kindly sages

Who gave the best advices in ages.

6. We must take wisdom to heart,

And never loose the better side.

They had learnt by experience of life,

And wanted to help people fly.

7. The great minds of the world live now,

They living are in the words and their sound.

Always are helping us in time,

If only thoughts their we know fine.

8. Think and do what you’re told by the sage:

Help everyone if you can manage.

But never expect gratitude,

Make haste there, not waiting for good.

9. Too many men, and many minds,

No two minds think alike, what does one’s.

Is very difficult to give advice

When people don’t love them, who are wise.

10. But not everyone closes his ears, no,

There is somebody, who wants to know.

It’s beautiful! To be wise,

Grey wisdom never left our hearts!

Mistake

1. How many mistakes are made in our life?

Who can enumerate how many are there.

Who counts all and answers then,

What for we are making them?

2. Why people can’t live right and fine,

Without big mistakes in life.

One grave and thoughtless step

Can frustrate our lifelong quest.

3. Which kind is better? Many small,

Or one major fault? Where are the toils?

But people can notice it at once,

And correct the misdeed in time

4. It is too painful to look at it,

How people are suffering by one hit.

Who can help them right,

For living an unerring life.

5. We can live fine, without some mistake?

Perhaps there is a man who did not make.

But he is holy may be, – sage,

Who knows all life-laws. Good that!

6. Mis-spent life is a fatal mistake.

How to correct it, when life comes to end?

What will you say there, – in the sky,

What for you lived with error of mind?

7. The sky can all forgive, but one,

Remember always, which was done

Against the sky’s will, it is a great sin —

To murder souls with sacred feelings.

8. Man must be gardener for all,

Best knowing, how flowers must be grown.

Man’s soul must be a flower garden,

Then never would mis-step have risen.

9. Can soulless by chance find himself very high?

Is it probable? – Without soul one can’t fly!

Many grave mistakes pull them down,

It’s hard to fly with mind unsound.

10. Can we see them, who rise in feelings?

Yes! They are shining stars. Look this!

Who there have been rising high?

The saints, who unerring love hold in mind.

Joy

1. What to say about joy, who doesn’t know

How joyful, unlike gloomy, looking sound.

Too many people joyless, very sad,

But joyful are in minority, but they are best.

2. Where does it come from, joy to the man?

Where are born the gladsome they?

All people born in one place,

Have differences very big among them.

3. At one place in one day are born

Few thousand infants, and are growing,

Together under the sky and star,

Which comes in the morning – the single Sun.

4. But why they grow up too diverse.

One Sun and earth, bring up some kinds.

One part gladsome, look, they are rising,

But other kind without joy… They come to nothing!

5. What for are existing the joyful, guess?

They give to men, are helping? – Yes!

Without joy we can’t live fine,

And never know the happy climb.

6. All people happiness want to find.

But happy day will come, do wait

With joyful feeling. End happy

With gloomy and murderous thoughts can’t be.

7. Joy has been leaving the man, when

There is nothing to gain. Can’t find

Among the worthless true joy,

It never comes where happens the foil.

8. If they want happy to be,

Why look for the trouble some thing.

They must look for the thing better some,

Which kind brings for the soul feeling fine.

9. When we have sounded with beauty the mind,

Best thoughts will settle for ever inside.

And soon is welcome the long-awaited guest

It’s the happy day, when all is best.

10. Will have joy in future the men,

And joyful they will be living then.

What to say about joy? – It’s life,

When are living all in Love!

Weal

1. What is weal, what does mean this word,

All people heard or may be not?

Why all around talk about bad,

And very little about weal, which is great.

2. I think, all people, first of all,

Must children be of beauty told.

What can they know about weal,

When adults are taciturn and still.

3. Who’ll to the first-born say the word one, —

The first time mother will have done.

But when mother has left the baby,

Who will say the word about things better?

4. What can we answer to the little man,

About somebody, who won’t wait… Feign!

It’s many thousands of times

Are left the jolly little ones.

5. Then the abandoned, delicate child,

Must live among the mindless crowd.

Where is the generosity? Why is it lost?

Are there magnanimous people? Yes, of course!

6. The generous man is keeping peace

So only he can tell what weal is.

But everyone wants to hear, need to talk?

Perhaps it is needful for man to fall.

7. Why have fallen they? Perhaps in life,

None of them ever heard anything fine.

And nobody was loving,

To them never loveful letter was coming.

8. They never were love-child been,

And never were love of parents feeling.

Perhaps man must be tolerant,

With people well and nicely set.

9. Then to the last man all will be nice,

For good, the sadness will leave us.

In weal and woe, we must remember,

All people want to get love forever!

10. But to get love, we must give first,

And never wait for him, who brings us most.

Let us together sublime feel,

For happy life, for common weal!

Stars

1. In eventide comes the evening star,

Then do catch fire the other kind.

In twilight we can see someone,

Better gaze upon it for some time.

2. When comes on earth a darksome night

All people need the helping light.

The stars are coming to help them.

Always together have lived with man.

3. Their help is very great for us,

All night are sending only the things plus.

Lots of rays with magic force,

Are directing our fate, of course.

4. How can they know, what are we needing,

What is awaiting in the life when we are sleeping?

Perhaps they can see our dreams,

And want them to fulfil.

5. When we sleep, are open to all,

Fine dreams for us, day happy all,

But night around is… When gloom

Abounds. Watch for better, soon.

6. Who may keep watch in the defenseless one?

When people are sleeping, they can’t happen

To be able to defend themselves,

And very much need some help.

7. Who can help them in problem this,

And never leave alone to feel?

It is the star, which everyone

Can see in the sky, they always shine.

8. All people are born under stars,

But only one is like mother to us:

It’s the happy star, for everyone,

And we must feel the beacon shine.

9. For us is the fiery lighthouse sky,

For us is shining and saving light.

They are on guard, keeping watch over the dream,

So that nobody does it steal.

10. All people are trustful, when are sleeping.

In morning they forget… What a pity!

We must be always the open ones,

Like open shine of the magic stars!

Living fire

1. New day begins with living fire,

It is the golden Sun, that is shining.

The light of fire of the morning sky,

For earth is sending first rays down.

2. Does nurse the fire my Sun all day,

And is keeping warm very well.

In the Sun is hot, and the golden heart

Is not concealing one inside.

3. Its the heart – the living fire best

Which kind we never have met.

We know many kinds of fire here,

But everyone can’t be so alive.

4. Which is born fast, die out soon.

But the other is shimmering. Gloom!

That one can’t hold its ground

So never will be rising sound.

5. The better way for all on the earth,

Is the sound mind and sound gaze.

We all must know, only light

Can show us something inside.

6. What do say people about fire? —

They much sneered at the light shining.

The sky sends fire for good help,

But what did the people with the gift best?

7. They make a bonfire of books,

Then burn down the author of those.

They make a bonfire of houses,

Where little children sleep with closed eyes…

8. They burn to ashes many towns,

Who knows how many thousands?

Why have been burning all:

The towns, countries, forests… Fall!

9. How do live on the earth a fallen people?

Why can’t have the simple friendship feeling?

Why with each other they feud always

We must sink the feuds into the wells.

10. This problem can be solved only by the Sun.

We are the sunny children its own.

The living fire sets an example,

How must we love with open soul.

Open eyes

1. How beautiful the open eyes,

We can see the souls of better kinds.

In open eyes we can see the heart.

What better than open eyes, what?

2. Are living there all the best.

We never want to look at the fells.

In open eyes we meet love,

A holy faith and the stars of hope.

3. If we had half an eye, would see

Around us are living things,

Which kind we never are interested,

That is eye-opener, don’t gaze.

4. We had met people in our life,

Whose look was open and fine.

But we don’t set eyes on somebody’s lot

And very seldom they remained within eyeshot…

5. But they are living, open people,

With open eyes, they are too simple.

They aren’t be evident, and never

We can tell one from eyeless several.

6. So we must know the open one,

So as to him harm is never done.

We must protect the better trusty man,

And never excuse those who feign.

7. In life are so much fell things,

Too little kindness… Who did it steal?

In soul our are living some,

Who can rise to be fine?

8. Perhaps we must all life this learn

And always climb high up alone.

To have eyes at the back of one’s head

And never close one’s eyes to the bad.

9. So only open eyes can

Help us in life, which never feign.

In early morning we open eyes,

When comes dark night we close the ones.

10. When happy man is, he is opening eyes.

When come to grief, does them close.

To bring to grief is very simple

But can help eyes to open heart single!

Morning

1. Best time in day is early morning.

All the living after sleep awake and are moving.

What will present the day, – it only does morning know.

With hope people full: day is happy now!

2. All promise happiness, the golden Sun,

White clouds in the sky, for everyone

Is promising song bird up high,

And rustling foliage says it will be fine.

3. With friendly look all people, greeting,

And say: “Good morning” to each other meeting.

Good-humored man in the morning time,

Does wish happiness for everyone.

4. In morning we awake with hope:

Today all right is, without any problem.

All people wish goodness some,

Perhaps good luck will help someone.

5. It’s very nice idea, always greet,

When people each other meet.

Who are thinking such happy thoughts,

Which are carried by all people, who them taught?

6. Word of goodwill can always help.

But malicious make only sad.

Perhaps we must think of good words,

So as to force out the bad, false.

7. All day offer wish to each other some:

Good morning, afternoon, or night…

But whence does follow the bad mood,

If have been wishing only good.

8. Indeed, do we say the mere words?

Indeed we feigningly show thoughts?

What people think, must do that one,

Unfortunately they say one, but the other kind.

9. We wish someone only things better,

But often hit him with bad letter.

Or distress one, tell lies, and say

Constantly many words fell.

10. Perhaps we can be better people,

If we with open heart are wishing.

Using lovely, goodwill words

Shall add beauty and love, of course!

Mountains

1. The majestic, magnificent mountains

Adorning the earth by beautiful form theirs.

Always are attracting attention

Of the courage, of distinction.

2. This kind of man climbs up always high,

Mountaineering is risky, but very fine!

Who never climbs the mountains,

He can’t understand the feeling of climbers.

3. Some people often think about mountains.

Someone draws a picture, another writes —

Of beauty and the cherished dream

Some day will disclose, what they mean.

4. Somebody relates astonishing story

About mountains… what to draw the moral?

Perhaps they have some secret hidden

Where are living wise and fearless people.

5. In mountains can live only the man

Who understands the language of silence their.

Too many kinds of surprises have giants,

Avalanche… collapse of diverse kinds.

6. But aren’t afraid inhabitants fine

To run the risk of suddenly dying.

Why left they town, and here came?

Perhaps a townsman lost a close one.

7. Can’t pay one’s debt to nature wise,

And relationship doesn’t look nice.

Can’t love natural flowers in fields, or meadows,

Or glades of forests… we are looking across windows…

8. And see from prison of concrete houses

Some tree or flower-bed around is.

There is a smell of burning everywhere…

How can live man and any plant there.

9. Perhaps earlier someone left

The crowd around, indifferent set.

And took refuge in mountains high

Where can live only the fearless kind.

10. May be all sages together meeting,

Had built a temple, where friendly were living.

What inner mysteries do hold the giants,

When will be disclosed by the sacred mountains?!

Music

1. Some phrase about the music wise

Can better say the fascinating songs.

But must say few lovely words

About the music. What’s this thought?

2. The best charming music was brought for us

Mysterious Orpheus from the star’s place fine.

Orpheus music was kept by someone

For the generation next, that will come?

3. The reminiscences had survived all.

A living now… In future will call!

This Orpheus music will be an example,

It is inspiring for people’s soul.

4. Best music always lives in heart,

Is heard a melodious tune inside.

Good music can do very much,

For the man, who is tired of a bad bunch.

5. What for had brought divine Orpheus

First beautiful melody, and whose

Is happy thought – for us to send music?!

Or may be only God can give refuge in…

6. Some tender and cordial song,

Or simple melody, which kind

Can help us better, than all the rest.

When musician is playing at his best.

7. For heart and soul music serves

And always it invisibly helps.

Perhaps sometimes some envoys came

And brought melody of other kind…

8. We must recognize the better tune,

Then will throw open heart our soon.

In lovely melody is divine light,

It can lead us out from the dark side.

9. When luck has turned, and everywhere is gloom,

Turn your attention to music soon!

The sooner, the better! – A saving sound,

To come to the rescue of the man unsound.

10. What is best music, which kind can help?

Perhaps it’s one, which the sky does send.

How to recognize it? It is very simple…

Ask your heart, – knows it alone!

Rainbow

1. In the vast sky we can see the colour bridge.

Who built this one, – kind of architecture which?

Why only seven colours were used,

Invisible architect, no other kind.

2. Or may be master hadn’t any other paint,

Or may be chose beauty and carefully laid.

Perhaps in color also is a secret his,

And magic charm of seven kinds.

3. Separate color sure, can very much,

Its beauty run through a soul such.

Can refresh a tired heart in no time.

We don’t know what can do the light.

4. We know only little part of truth

How to know hidden qualities? Of the light?

Why light has colors of many sorts,

Who answered right, what not it forgot?

5. Some color may have positive influence,

Can excellently help the plants.

Can help, if one loses his way in life.

Lighthouse is the shining light!

6. But nevertheless, what does mean rainbow,

It comes after rain, why not after snow?

Why comes in the day, and never in the night,

Always be sudden on its action side.

7. What for it is flashing up, what brings for us!

Perhaps it’s shining color is the welcome plus.

May be important are the primary colors

Perhaps to the life colors are making gifts.

8. For people sending rainbow is a good thing.

Which really inspires the soul to feel.

Whoever has seen the rainbow shining,

Can understand what it’s advising.

9. It’s of many kinds, but all are saying the thing one, —

About beautiful and magic love.

So every color is calling us, —

To recognize better and happy the chance.

10. But how can help color in shining,

What a meaning for everyone! How charming!

Welcome, beautiful rainbow in clear sky,

Disclose for people your secret fine!

Flower

1. How is in our life wonderfully nice,

It is charming, and gives joy to us.

It is always beautiful, attractive,

Is loveworthy, and very kind? —

2. It’s the flower! They are living everywhere,

We can see a beautiful flower one anywhere:

In gardens, flowerbeds, and meadows,

Inaccessible mountain, or on windows.

3. Some little floweret lives near man.

It needs the people, depends on them?

Quite the reverse – we are dependent on flower!

But how? People nothing do know?

4. It is omnipotent the beauty one,

All powerful, has secret some?

Who was observing the flower’s life,

Who knows truth about them?

5. All people want to get bunch of flowers,

In order to make glad the eyes.

But never it is joy in the heart, —

It grieves, when does someone floweret cut!

6. A little flower, like innocent child

It’s trustful, always with open heart.

Is giving to all people only good,

With open beauty, it improves the mood.

7. With open eyes gaze at a pretty one

How many kinds on the earth very fine.

All very beautiful and fascinating,

But each has a desire – of more pretty being.

8. What for the flowers want to be in bloom,

Why buds in spring speed to blossom soon.

Perhaps the earth is tired, and is in need,

But man is busy, is boring it…

9. Drillholes are a pain. Who can help the earth?

May be some flower which didn’t fall.

Perhaps the flower gives life-blood to it

To the tired Mother… Then fading is.

10. The flower’s lifetime very short is

Why people are wounding and cut plants of Gods?

What for He sowed flowers in the earth?!

Let live innocent ones for all the best!

Sacred

1. The new day brings suddenly new thoughts.

They are of many kinds, some are forgotten,

Some are living like trusty friends,

But other kinds goodness do prevent.

2. Why to live with erroneous mind;

To err is human… How choose right?

Who can help better in problem this,

When by gloomy thoughts down one feels.

3. Always are disturbing, and never

They do leave, are wounding the soul.

Who the constant sender of them is, mind,

What for send thoughts of a different kind?

4. Or may be from two sources are sent to us?

Not difficult to tell one from the other is.

One sent the darksome and gloomy sorts,

Another quite the reverse, sent lightsome thoughts.

5. Darksome turn out the lightish some,

And want to take possession of mind.

To order at will and govern passions

And lead to gloomy, darksome abyss.

6. Another source is sending thoughts

Of the kind best, – this source is the Gods!

They are always speeding for good help,

This source is sacred, a trusty well.

7. The living water is spilling everywhere,

Is irrigating the mind and soul.

The living thoughts are coming soon,

When the open heart is waiting for them.

8. These holy messages always can help,

Come to the rescue, they are rescuers well.

To shower kindness for people is a source,

That is why sends to help them the thoughts.

9. It’s the one always simple, fine,

Too kindly, and have many of them.

Bring holy joy… Before which kind we kneel.

10. What we’ll have chosen in our life?

If sacred thoughts we receive in mind,

Can draw near to the divine source.

It’s our sacred duty to think the holy thoughts!

Peace

1. All the people need the peace or not?

Perhaps not all… But a good lot

Who need the peaceful way of life, —

They always are fighting the good fight.

2. Peace movement must go on without war

Peace campaigners are blocking the war like a wall.

They can fight only with good means,

Peace-loving man has better feelings.

3. He never can be the killer one,

Peace-lover always want to have

Peace in the world, to keep the peace,

And bring for people the best ideas.

4. Good sense left the people, or they had lost?

What for began very many wars?

In order to invite disasters,

Then dream of peace, if cut one’s luck is…

5. Who is conqueror, what is conquered? —

The broken-hearted people are in alien land!

Remains of towns, thousands of graves,

The cripples, orphans… The conqueror is death!

6. What for some people want to be at war?

The lifetime is very short, that we know all.

Most of the people have common sense,

And want to live without the shells.

7. Why must someone shell the pass?

We all must each the other trust.

If everyone is tolerant to the other,

Then may be is time, when comes ruth in…

8. At first thoughts of compassion will come in mind,

Then will have run through the soul and the heart.

Who pityingly can treat some,

He puts much value upon life.

9. We all together must live in love,

We can’t make an attempt on somebody’s life

We must give life for the living some,

Good creatures to murder?! Infamy one!

10. What had bequeathed to us the sacred sky,

Indeed, forgot all? – It’s the Love!

When finally will have taken the peaceful way

Will have loved all, without fail!

Teaching

1. Too many teachings and doctrines people know.

Some philosophical or religious… Which are sound?

Hoary antiquity has left a lot of them.

The time honoured truth has reached us.

2. But all it’s trustworthy, or not,

We don’t know from which sort

Has come this truth, where is the source,

What for they left diverse thoughts?

3. It is possible they brought for the people.

A timeless truth from source, which is single.

Perhaps had sent them the divine sky,

In order to gift us the teachings fine.

4. The great names history left us,

Reserved only names for itself. What it is?

What are their real names, we don’t know,

But how many nameless were left, now…

5. We know only a few best names.

About sainted men of sense…

We mostly didn’t know well,

Sky’s messengers unknown left.

6. God knows the “people’s gratitude,” —

Golgotha is always waiting, the savage hoot.

Almighty can forgive very much,

But must remember the hangmen such.

7. Sky’s teaching always speaks about Love,

The great patience and the compassionate life,

About tolerance, and kindness is said…

God’s Doctrine is lending the helping hand.

8. All the people know Great Teacher well,

But they are calling him in one’s own way.

Someone had chosen his Teacher fine,

Is bearing one’s cross along Golgotha line…

9. Loves Buddha very much another,

Are loving Krishna people other…

Somebody chose the sun-cult shine.

Some have been worshiping the teaching of other kind.

10. But the people are disputing always, —

Which kind is better! What to them say?

They always do argue! If teacher’s precept is Love,

We must do our duty of loving all in life!

Love

1. Love! You have the thorny way always!

But never did turn back the face.

You can set one’s face against the troubles.

Your purpose only the victory of unguarded ones.

2. For love-victress I’m devoting a hymn.

And very sacred feelings I will put in.

It is a thousand pities, – how little do the words!

They cannot reproduce even the best of thoughts.

3. Who gets to know and touch the loving man.

Can understand who is the true friend.

He never did disappoint anybody’s hopes.

Who lives in love, he the faithful one is.

4. In the name of Love, we must be better!

It everyone wants to be the man happy,

Must get themselves to like all people,

Love will come there, if wait with feeling.

5. The great minds of the world had hymned,

And prayed to skies, praiseworthy feeling this.

Why dream all the people of beautiful love,

What for they need the feeling this fine?

6. All lifetime was looking the man for love,

But mostly left the life not having found…

On the earth is heard entreaty of love-lorns,

They are praying for happy swan songs.

7. Indeed, swans can love better than us?

Or maybe God is citing them example as?

Perhaps somebody can better love,

But due to suffering his didn’t show somehow.

8. About love his knows only God!

All sacred feelings and lovely thought…

The man was entrusted by the Omnipotent source.

One God Almighty about torments knows.

9. Why people’s soul must always suffer?

Who is guilty for unhappiness of others?

All people know, how is painful life.

Without the beautiful and the gladdening love.

10. I am praying! Dear, lovely friends!

We all must love, in the best sense.

If we have let live in hearts the Love-hymn,

God will send the swan song for the people!

Часть III. Песнь души
Part III. Song of the soul

Я – рассвет!

1. Сегодня первый день весны, когда

Надежда воскресает и душа

Всё лучшее в себя вбирает. Кодекс славный

Весна приносит людям с Солнцем ранним.

2. Я знаю, будет лучше в час рассвета

Вниманье обратить на круг из света.

И в душу мысль принять, которая светла,

Что в будущем напомнит знак Огня.

3. Какими в жизни люди быть должны:

Терпеньем, добротой, сердечностью полны.

Как Солнце в высоте, быть выше всех проблем,

Всегда нести тепло сердцам людей.

4. Мы временами зрим огонь священный,

Но почему не можем взять пример отменный?

Зажечься утром, будто Солнце дорогое,

И источать лучи, что полны красотою.

5. Пусть луч один свет нежности несёт,

Другой – сердечное тепло, а тот

Восторг мечты всем может подарить,

А остальные явят счастие любить.

6. Как можем вместе жить мы на Земле,

Когда друг другу принесли столь мрачных дел?

И лишь один прекрасный выход есть для нас:

Пусть каждый скажет: “Я – рассвет для вас!”

I Am Sunrise

1. Today is the first day of spring, when hope

Arises and brings for the soul

All the betterment. Nature’s law is fine

Bringing for the people spring and sunny shine.

2. I know it would be better at the sunrise time

Carefully to look around under the shining sun

And put in the soul some thought bright,

To remind in future of the fire sign.

3. What must the people be in life:

Tolerant, kindly, with open heart.

Like sun so high, above all the problems,

For ever giving warmth to other souls.

4. From time to time we can see sacred fire,

But why can’t we follow the example, which is up higher?

In early morning light up, like dear sun,

And give off beams, which make the beauty shine.

5. One beam will carry tender light,

Another can bring warm heart.

Some other kind may give joyful dream,

And the rest must love happy bring.

6. How can we live on earth together,

With so many dark deeds to each other?

There is only one fine way for us, —

Let everyone say: “For you – I’m sunrise!”

Терпение

1. Огонь Cвященный мой – Бог Всемогущий!

Тебе все мысли шлю я, что получше.

Благодарение моё летит в небес голубизну,

Но где ж Твой Дом? Не вижу почему?

2. Но отчего же Ты, мой Бог, незрим глазами,

Хочу увидеть я, но всё вокруг в тумане.

Я знаю, Всемогущий, что живёшь Ты высоко,

Свободно полететь к Тебе научит кто?

3. Яви учителя, который знает, как

Бескрылые должны уметь взлетать.

Который сможет научить, как жить обязан

В священных чувствах наш землянин.

4. Так можем мы искать, что превосходно так,

И находить во дни и ночи Божий знак:

То, может, Солнца в ясный день поверхность

Иль много звёзд в ночи Божественная верность!

5. Нуждается весь мир в учителе правдивом,

Ты посылал его, пришлёшь к нам снова Сына.

Я чувствую всегда Твою Любовь, тепло,

Что излучаешь. Так прекрасно всё!

6. Мой Бог, я не прошу нисколько для себя,

Подарен мне свет звёзд и Солнца красота.

И лишь одно – терпенье может указать

Путь к Божьему жилищу отыскать!

Endurance

1. My sacred fire, – Almighty God!

For You I send my better thoughts.

My thankful message does fly in the sky,

Where is Your Holy Home? Don’t I see why?

2. Why are You invisible, my dear God?

I want to see, but all around is fog.

I know, Almighty, You live in the heaven high,

Who’ll teach me to freely fly?

3. Give me some Teacher, who knows how

We can without wings fly higher.

Who’ll teach us, how must we live

And on our earth do piety feel.

4. How hard do we look for the best in life

And find God’s marks in day and night.

It may be sun in clear day,

Or many stars in night. God’s way!

5. All people need the faithful Teacher,

You sent in the past, will send in future!

Do feel the warmth and love always,

Which kindly You send. It’s the best!

6. I don’t ask You for anything, my God.

The shining sun and stars have I got.

But grant me endurance You can

Help me seek the way to God’s place then!

Добрый

1. В час утра ранний песнь слышна.

Но кто её поёт, так удивительна она!

Придал ей поэтичность кто в прекрасном слове,

А кто ж певец? Не знаю я такого.

2. Так, иногда я слышу звук прелестный,

Летящий в белых облаках из поднебесья.

Но эта музыка не для ушей, она

Так удивительна, певуча и нежна.

3. Услышать песню сможет добрый человек,

С открытым сердцем проживший свой век.

И только чуткость сердца ловит этот звук,

О добродетелях поёт певец высокий тут.

4. А чьи глаза открыты в этой жизни,

Способен многое увидеть в чудном смысле:

То звуки облаков иль ветра и земли,

Прекрасных звёзд, луны или ночи…

5. Везде есть звук: в земле или на небе,

Но мы не слышим их, препятствует мышленье.

Что за мелодия? С утра она одна,

А вечером другая песнь слышна.

6. Кто ж пишет для людей ежеминутно

Песнь новую? Возвышенно и чудно!

Но если знать хотим, кто Музыкант сей Добрый,

Должны поверить в звук Богоподобный!

Kind

1. In early morning you hear a sweet song.

Who sings such a wonderful one?

Who gave it the poetical content in words?

And who is the singer? I don’t know all that.

2. Sometimes I hear that sound fine,

Flying among the white clouds high,

But this music is not for ears:

So wonderful, lilting and gentle.

3. This song only he can hear who’s very kind,

Who’s living always with open heart.

Only keen hearts can catch the sound this,

About kindness the divine singer sings.

4. With eyes open, who live in life,

They can see in it wonders many kind:

The sound of clouds, of wind and earth,

Of night and moon, and stars the best…

5. The sound is everywhere on earth and in the sky,

But we don’t hear it, prevented by the mind.

What a melody it is! In the morning – one,

In the evening – other sounds are spun.

6. Who writes for people all the time

A new song every minute, sweet and sublime!

If we want to know the musician kind,

We must believe in the song divine!

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1. Однажды некий птенчик в гнёздышке родился.

Открыв глаза свои, округой подивился.

Какой чарующий простор вокруг него,

Гимн жизнерадостный щебечут птицы. О-о-о!!!

2. Сияет Солнце в небе голубом,

И облака плывут в молчании своём.

Но почему они, как птицы, не щебечут,

Птенец желает слышать песенные речи

3. И хочет вместе спеть благодаренья песнь

Земле, что дала жизни тело здесь.

Ведь форма птицы лучше всех других:

Жить на свободе, где научат взлёту их.

4. Меж странными людьми и жителями неба

Проводит птица жизнь в полёте смелом

И может видеть, как мечта людей зовёт

Подняться ввысь, но редко в гору кто идёт.

5. Как может крошечный птенец помочь тем людям,

Которые упорствуют в подъёме трудном?

Да как же восходящий человек

Не видит руку, что протянута с Небес?!

6. Решился птенчик малый: “Летать я научусь!

И, облачась в людскую форму, я вернусь

И научу их с детства подготовиться в полёт,

Что в Божью вольную Страну их приведёт!”

Learning to Fly

1. Once a birdie was born in the nest.

It opened its eyes and looked here and there.

What a magic world was there around him,

Birds were chirping hymns of life and fun.

2. The Sun was shining in blue sky,

White clouds silently drifting by.

Why don’t they chirp like happy birds?

Birdie wants their song to be heard!

3. He wants to sing with them thankful song

For earth, which gave him life in a form.

Bird’s form is better than other life,

It lives in freedom, and there learns to fly.

4. Among people strange and creatures of the sky,

All through life the birds live and boldly fly.

Can see how people’s dreams rise very high,

But seldom can over the mountain fly…

5. How can a little birdie help the man,

Who persists in climbing high again?

Why the climber does not see, how from the sky

Stretches out to help the hand divine?!

6. The birdie makes up its mind: “I’ll learn to fly!

Then return and to the humans be nice,

Shall teach them to fly from the childhood

So they too can fly in God’s free world!”

Попутный

1. Попутный ветер принёс нам песнь

Из неизвестных стран, о мудром весть,

Живущем всюду во Вселенной,

Что полнится её благословеньем.

2. Неощутимый ветер работает для нас,

Он воскресает раннею весной и в летний час

Уходит странствовать в таинственный простор,

Чтобы там встретиться с Божественным лицом.

3. Но в Космосе живут невидимые люди,

Они всегда добры, чутьё их свято будет,

Гостеприимны все, с открытым сердцем,

На мудрость свою могут опереться.

4. Навечно знанье поселилось в этом мире,

Страну собрал Святейший Бог Великий.

И люди лучшие с планеты голубой

В счастливый мир вернулись все, домой.

5. К Отцу пришли на отдых краткосрочный,

Затем вернутся в Землю с духом прочным.

Кто знает Истину святых, что шли от Бога?!

Быть может, ветер, летающий пред Оком.

6. Он может весть нам о Спасителе принесть,

Чтоб приготовились мы к встрече Его здесь.

Вниманье, люди! Сейчас опять весна —

Святую весть несёт попутный ветер нам!

Fair Wind

1. The fair wind brought for us a song

About wisdom from the unknown worlds,

Its presence is felt everywhere,

Universe is filled with wisdom’s favour.

2. For us it is working this subtle wind,

Resuscitating in early spring,

Then goes to wander in mystic space,

To seek and find the divine Godlike face.

3. In space are living invisible people,

Holy they are and ever so kindly they feel,

All very hospitable, with open heart,

They have wisdom sound in the mind.

4. For centuries did the knowledge accumulate in the world,

This country found and prayed the Great Holy God!

All the fine people from the Blue Earth,

Returned home in the happy place.

5. To the Father came for a short rest,

Then came again in the world with the soul best.

Who knows the truth about the Prophets of God?!

May be the wind blowing near the ford.

6. It can bring the news of the Saviour,

So as to prepare us to meet him here.

Attention, people! It’s now spring, —

The news divine for us does the fair wind bring!

Высокий тон

1. Весь мир наполнен музыкальным тоном,

Но мы не слышим звук величественный сходу.

Всё сущее песнь милую нам может петь,

Источник звука свой при каждом есть.

2. Есть люди – обладатели тонов высоких,

Всю жизнь не умирает звук в них стойкий.

Они всегда идут вперёд своей эпохи,

Должны мы помнить о ликах светлооких.

3. Должны мы помнить чистый звук,

Что был оставлен ими нашим душам тут.

Те звуки музыкальные живут везде,

Природа помнит и хранит для всех.

4. Чтобы живущие все слышали о том,

Как издаёт природа мелодичный тон,

Напоминая людям лучшие из тем,

Что рождены были в пределах земных сфер.

5. Опомнитесь, все люди! Прислушайтесь к Вселенной,

Она наполнена звучаньем Божьей Песни!

Сердцами сможем выслушать её,

Священный звук придёт, заполнив всё.

6. Хороший музыкальный слух у нас быть должен,

Чтоб вовремя услышать фугу Божью,

Которую для нас Всевышний посылает.

Высокий тон весь мир преображает!

The Big Tone

1. The world is filled with the musical tones.

But we don’t hear the noble sounds.

Everything can sing its sweet song,

Each one has its musical font.

2. Some people are owners of tone high,

All through lifetime the sounds never die.

Afore their epochs they run always,

We must remember the bright face.

3. We must remember the clear tones,

Which they left for our souls.

These musical sounds are present for all everywhere,

The nature remembers and holds them forever.

4. In order that all with life may hear,

The nature relays the tune melodious.

Reminding people of the better themes,

Which were born within the earthly bounds.

5. Re-collect, people! Listen to the world,

It is filled with the sounds of God!

With our hearts we can hearken the song,

The sacred sound is flowing in all along.

6. We must have good ear for music,

So as in time we can hear the divine fugue,

Which is sent for us by Almighty God, —

The high tone is transforming the whole world!

Стих

1. Прекрасный стих весьма необходим для нас,

Как верный друг он даст совет не раз.

Помочь сумеет вовремя, когда нам одиноко,

По-человечески подаст надежды много.

2. И лучший друг мне в жизни был лишь стих,

Что содержал в себе простой язык,

Где восхитительные, добрые слова

О счастье иль, когда печаль взяла, —

3. О сужденной Любви и о любовном чувстве,

Которое испытывают люди.

Всё превосходно!

Влюблённым быть прекрасно,

И все желают быть ему подвластны.

4. Возможно, что в Любви сокрыта тайна,

Но люди не способны вскрыть, что явно.

Так много музыкантов и поэтов

Нашли в душе те вдохновенные сюжеты.

5. Все чувства пылкие в творения вложили,

Кто в песнь, кто в стих иль в музыкальном стиле.

Так, на холсте иль в книгах разноликих

Мы можем чувствовать их, слышать или видеть.

6. Везде, во всём есть тема о Любви,

И каждый хочет её тайну обрести.

Что скрыто за высоким, нежным чувством —

Кто выразит стихом – Божественным искусством?!

Verse

1. Good verse is the very need for us,

Like a faithful friend it gives advice.

It can help in time, when we are lonely,

And hopes in our hearts it inspires humanly.

2. Verse was my best friend in life,

Which was composed in simple style.

Which had lovely, kind words

About life with happy or sad turns.

3. About love, and the loving mood,

That people feel well and good.

To be in love is very fine,

To be in love all people desire.

4. Probably love holds secret some

But people can’t uncover one.

Poets many and musicians have

In their souls for inspiration the ground.

5. All feeling poured in endeavour creative,

In song, or verse, or music all pervasive.

In painting or books of variety

We can feel it and hear and see.

6. Everywhere everyone has the thought of love,

And the secret of love everyone wants to find.

What is concealed in the delicate feeling fine —

Who will express it in the verse divine?!

Пылающее сердце

1. О сердце пламенеющем сегодня моя песнь.

Слова бессильны передать, что скрыто здесь.

Возникнут чувства светлые в душе,

Коль станем слушать без разума ушей.

2. Коль слышать будем душою светлой

О сердце пламенеющем, волшебном,

Мы можем стать получше навсегда

И не вернёмся, чтоб в хвосте плестись, мы никогда!

3. Пойдём у своей жизни впереди,

С открытым сердцем возжигаясь с высоты.

И будем, будто Солнце, в чистом небе

Вставать зарёю для людей в сиянье светлом.

4. Мой Славный Бог! Ты дал для человека

Пылающее сердце. Но люди не умеют

Зарёю вспыхнуть с детских лет

И сохранить в душе сей ценный свет.

5. Возможно, им не ясно, почему

Послал нас Всемогущий Бог в эту страну.

И к смыслу здравому он каждого взывает,

И человека видеть превосходнейшим желает.

6. Мы дети Его все, и все любимы,

И в сердце Бога вместе все едины.

Мои родные сёстры, братья. То наш крест —

Пылающее сердце к Отцу донесть!

Alight Heart

1. My song today is about the flaming heart,

Words can’t express what lies in, the content.

The feeling will arise inside,

If we listen closing the mind.

2. If we listen with the soul alight,

About the magical flaming heart,

We can become better every time,

And never-never lag behind.

3. Will go forward ever in life

With open hearts lighted from the heaven high

And be like the sun in clear sky,

For people to rise in the radiance divine.

4. My dear God! You gave for man

The flaming heart. But people can’t

Burst into flames in childhood time,

And hold inside this dear light.

5. Perhaps they don’t know why

Almighty God did here send us, and cry

To every being of good sense, —

He wants the man to become the best.

6. We are all His children, dear to Him,

Together living in God’s heart.

My sisters, brothers, our cross, —

With flaming heart to Father goes!

Закат

1. Прекрасное, чарующее время

С закатом начинается одновременно.

Мы понимаем, что день пришёл к концу,

Когда рассвет идёт к закатному венцу.

2. Наш век – лишь краткий день в пространстве,

Когда рассвет есть детства счастье.

А полдень – рассвет сил пышный,

Закат – с любовью проводы из жизни —

3. Всё тёплое и нежное на землю шлёт.

Лучи полны прекрасным языком.

Так много для людей они вещают,

С рассвета до заката посылают.

4. О том, что здесь внимания достойно, —

Сияющем светиле, что поёт нам

Для каждого чарующую песнь, —

Для трав, деревьев сила жизненная в ней.

5. Для всех людей и малых птиц

Идёт чудесное тепло на землю вниз.

Достаточно у неба для любого существа

Любви святой и удивительной всегда.

6. Кто не успел увидеть вовремя одно —

Как день прекрасен, в чём его зерно, —

Всмотритесь пристально в безоблачное небо:

Закат есть мудрости приобретенье!

Sunset

1. The beautiful and charming time

Simultaneously begins with the sunset in life.

We understand the day is to end,

When sunrise leads to the crowning sunset.

2. The lifetime is a short day in space,

When sunrise is the childhood best.

The noon is the prime of life,

And sunset is for us the good-bye fine.

3. All warm and wonderful is sent to the earth,

The rays are filled with excellent words.

So many for the people there are in the air

Sent down from the morning till the evening fair.

4. Here is a noteworthy thing —

The shining sun does for us all sing.

For everything this charming song rings, —

For the grass and the trees the vitality it brings.

5. For the people all and for the little birds

There is wondrous warmth coming to the earth.

For everything the heaven has enough

Of the wonderful and holy love.

6. Who has not been able in time to see

How beautiful is the day and its core within, —

Look steadily in the clear sky,

To see that sunset is the wisdom earned in life!

Восходящий

1. Кто может восходящим быть в сей жизни?

Кто посоветует достаточно поближе

О чувствах радостных, что, не успев прожить свой век,

Поднялись от мертвящего в критический момент.

2. А может, человек такой есть в каждом месте,

Но мы не можем видеть лики эти нежны.

Бывают встречи с восходящим человеком,

Но мы не помним о достоинстве в нём светлом.

3. Достойными должны быть мы добра,

Что выявляет всё, что лучшее есть в нас.

Путём тернистым восходили эти люди,

Пример свой подавая среди буден.

4. Как вместе надо жить нам верно,

Как находить должны добро в проблемах.

Всем людям быть терпимыми друг к другу

И только радость приносить друзьям в услугу.

5. В Любви и дружбе жить между собой,

Чтоб никогда не ранил в ответ другой.

Всегда спешить к нуждающимся в помощь

И уберечь от вероломного их в полночь.

6. Благослови, судьба, нас в жизни к встрече

С тем человеком, восходящим, на рассвете,

Чтобы последовать за ним в дорогу,

Что выбрал человек Богоподобный!

Rising

1. Who can be rising in our life?

Who is advising what is enough

For the happy feeling, before living fast,

Rose from the dead at one’s last gasp.

2. Perhaps this one man is in every place,

But we can’t see the tender face.

We often meet the rising man,

But don’t think of the merits then.

3. We must be worthy and kind,

Revealing all our best that is inside.

These people are rising via the thorny way,

To set an example in the life everyday.

4. How must we live together right,

How must in problems the kindness find.

For all people to each other to be tolerant and pure,

Service will bring joy to the friends for sure.

5. To live with love and friendship among ourselves,

And never hurt or strike back.

Always hurry up with the needed help.

Even in midnight against treachery do protect them.

6. Bless us, fortune, so that we do meet in life

The rising man at the dawn-time.

In order to follow him along the way, —

Which is chosen by the godlike man!

Погода

1. Весенняя погода так прекрасна!

Природа нам приносит пенье птиц, а также

Журчанье ручейков, что радуют наш слух

Весёлой, звонкой мелодичностью, мой друг.

2. И всё живое пробуждается так быстро,

Ты видишь, как трава растёт неслышно.

А как деревья все торопятся дать почки.

Жизнь забурлившая есть следствие воочью.

3. С открытым сердцем ждёт Земля, в неё

Когда засеют отдохнувшее зерно.

Заботливая, любящая Мать

Желает вырастить дитя, поднять.

4. Поможет ей погода в этом деле,

Беременную землю вовремя оденет.

Одежду даст ей раннею весной —

Покров прекрасный зелени младой.

5. А летом светлое она подарит,

Цветное, очень яркое, а также

Подарит в осень жёлто-спелый цвет,

А для зимы наряд невесты есть.

6. Но кто же делает погоду в нашей жизни?

Быть может, сердце, что влюблённо дышит…

Как любящий жених, запомни об одном:

Душа твоя и есть погоды твоей дом!

Weather

1. How beautiful is the weather in spring!

Songs of birds the nature does bring.

Rippling of the brooklet gladdens our ears

With joyful, ringing melody.

2. All with life are awakening fast,

You see how soundlessly grows the grass,

And how the trees hurry to grow new sprouts,

As a consequence real the seething life abounds.

3. With open heart is waiting the earth,

For the grain to be sown after a little rest.

The careful and loving mother

Wants to rear and raise the child dear.

4. The weather will help in this work,

For the pregnant earth in time will have worn,

The dress given by the early spring,

The garment wonderful of green.

5. In summer will be given light,

Colourful and very bright.

In autumn she will get flowers yellow fine,

For winter she will have the wedding- dress white.

6. Who makes the weather in our life?

It may be heart, when it is in love…

As the loving fiance keep in mind, —

Lives within yourself the weather kind!

Мрак

1. Какое множество людей, живущих в темноте!

Они охотно чувствуют её в себе

И часто замыкаются внутри,

Чтоб быть наедине с их постояльцем тьмы.

2. Но подвергаются опасности все чувства загубить,

Которые способны лик красоты явить.

Но душу очень добрую другой имеет,

Тот человек, кто никогда жестоким не был.

3. Кто чувства все свои хранил в любви,

Является отзывчивым в стремительном пути,

Тем человеком, кто способен каждому помочь.

Для всех живущих его сердце светит в ночь.

4. Свой свет души не скроет никогда,

Всё время с мраком борется он так

И знает, как опасно для мышленья

Хранить в сознанье мрака ощущенья.

5. Покинуть должен омрачитель те места,

Где поселилась светлая Любовь в мечтах.

Агонизирующим чувствам прекратиться!

Несчастью никогда уже не возвратиться!

6. Должны проститься с тем, что вред приносит.

Сказать “прощай” тому, что мрачность вносит.

И только лишь запомнить настроенье,

Которое внесёт плод Божеский в мышленье!

Gloom

1. Too many people live in gloom,

They are often gloomy soon.

And often sink within self,

So be merged with the guest.

2. But run the risk of ruining the feeling and sense,

Which must reflect in the lovely face.

But very kindly soul he does have,

The man, who never falls in rage.

3. Who always pours his feeling in love,

Is the man of heart in the fast-moving life,

That is the man who can help everyone, and give light

For the needful from his heart in the night.

4. Does not ever cut-off his soul’s light

But for ever does the gloom he fight.

He knows how dangerous do people find

To keep gloomy feeling in the mind.

5. The gloom-bearers must leave the places,

Where is settled the holy love in the senses.

Cast away the last agonizing feeling!

Let it never again come into being!

6. We must banish all that does any harm,

And say “good-bye” to anything that bears gloom.

We must remember only such a mood,

Which does bring us the divine fruit.

Поэзия

1. Таинственный, непостижимый человек —

Поэт, чья жизнь прервалась в ранний век,

Когда его счастливая звезда

Восход свой изначальный начала.

2. Покинули нас слишком многие, чьи к жизни

Лишь первые творенья в строки вышли.

Другие расцвели, набравшись силы,

Но бессердечным отношеньем их убили.

3. Всегда вокруг поэтов бродит мрак,

И тьма спешит поставить им свой знак.

Но тот, кто должен людям Свет нести,

Идёт в смертельное сраженье, победить!

4. И, несомненно, путь поэта роковой,

Мучителен среди притворств льстецов

Или друзей фальшивых, что тайком

Хулят и богохульствуют тишком.

5. Короток очень век поэтов,

Но только Бог поможет в этом,

Чтобы все люди находили

В строфе слова, добром что сильны.

6. Любовь всегда ко всем ответна.

Бессмертный дух в их теле смертном.

Открытым сердцем мы поймём,

Зачем Творец послал поэзию в наш дом.

Poetry

1. The mysterious man impossible to comprehend

The poet whose life came to an early end

At the tender age, when his lucky star

Had begun to ascend in the sky far.

2. Too many left us in this life,

Since the first creations were put in line.

Then others came to bloom in strength

But by heartless attitude killed they were.

3. Around the poets it is always dark,

And the gloom is hurrying to put its mark.

But the one who must bring for people light,

Goes in the mortal fight and victory finds!

4. And surely the fate has set the path of the poets

Amid the torments and the cruel feints.

Among flatterers, or false friends,

Who behind the back do blaspheme.

5. The poet’s life is very short.

But help him can only Great God,

So that all kindly people do find

In the song words strong and kind.

6. The poet always loves everyone.

Immortal spirit does have mortal one.

With open heart we do behold

Why was the poetry sent by God?!

Река

1. Жизнь есть река, где время истекает.

И люди радость юности уже не испытают,

Когда придёт почтенный возраст в срок.

Теченье никогда не повернёт поток.

2. Но каждый возраст мы должны запомнить.

Есть самый лучший, когда надежда полнит

И дарит нам единственный, счастливый шанс.

Но человек слепой не видит выхода у нас.

3. А жизни реки истекают очень быстро,

И годы, образуя пыль, уносятся в потоке чистом.

А что же мы оставим на склоне лет,

Когда придёт пора итоги подвести на свет?

4. И для чего же мы прожили свою жизнь,

Ошибочной иль правильной была, кто объяснит?

Напрасно или с пользой годы проходили мимо

Урока скрытого, что был не понят в жизни?

5. Достаточно ли опыта добра мы извлекли

Иль ничего подобного не обрели?

Текучесть может принести совет хороший

Тому, кто восходить повыше хочет.

6. По лестнице дней солнечных подняться вверх

И посмотреть оттуда вниз на образ всех.

Как годы истекают и жизнь уйдёт,

Должны успеть извлечь Божественный урок!

River

1. Life is like a river, where fast flows the time.

And people can’t feel the joy fully of the young,

When comes on time the venerable age.

The flow never turns back.

2. We must remember that in each age

When the hopes are realized, it is the time best,

It gives us the one happy chance,

But at the boon the blind man does not even glance.

3. The river of life is flowing very fast,

Transforming the years into dust.

What will be left behind is but decline,

When the day will come for summing up the life.

4. What for did we live the life,

Who will answer, was it wrong or right.

In vain or in use proper the years did fly

Without being understood the lesson passed by.

5. Enough good experience in life did we derive,

Or nothing of the kind could we find.

Flowing time can bring good advice,

For him, who wants high to rise.

6. Go up by the ladder of sunny days,

And look down at the faces from there.

As years pass and flows the life,

We must learn the lesson divine in time!

Важнейшее

1. Что в жизни нашей является важнейшим?

То, может быть, Любовь есть всего прежде

Или другое что-то… А всё же что

Способно быть важнее, чем сердца ток?

2. Чего желают люди всех времён —

Это взаимная и нежная Любовь,

Что постоянно ищут на Земле,

Но поиск прекращает внезапно смерть.

3. Весь век покинутые ждут в смутной надежде,

Что их любимый возвратится душой, как прежде,

Счастливых дней так много принесёт

И никогда не утеряет святого чувства огонёк.

4. А что первично в Божественной Любви?

То, несомненно, в нашей жизни – мир,

Дитя Любви от человека, коего мы любим,

И много искренней сердечности у друга.

5. Мы все нуждаемся здесь в лучших временах,

Когда мысль благородная придёт и к нам

И благодушие поселится в нас прочно,

Мир внутренний заняв навечно.

6. Звук колокола! Для людей звонит,

Сомненья, ум ошибочный отбросить он велит

И взять одно лишь слово, в котором доброта,

Оно важнейшее – Любовь Божественная на века!

Primary

1. What is primary in our life?

May be the first place goes to love.

Or something else, but what

Can have more import than open heart?

2. What people want all the time, —

Is the mutual and tender love!

That is always sought on the earth,

But the search is suddenly cut off by death.

3. All life-time love-lorns live in vague hope,

That the loved one will come with the soul,

Will bring many light happy days,

And never will lose the feeling of holy ways.

4. What is primary in the divine love?

Without doubt it is the peace in life.

It is the love-child of the loving man,

And many a sincere hearty friend.

5. We all are needful of better time,

When the noble thought comes in mind.

When kindness has settled well

In our inner selves for ever. Bell!!!

6. The bell is ringing, – for the people around,

Cast aside the doubts of mind unsound!

And take one word, which is very kind,

It is primary – Divine Love for life!

Чувствование

1. Всегда мы что-то чувствуем в сей жизни,

Но ощущенья могут быть мрачны иль чисты.

В какой-то день мы выглядим счастливцем неким

И всё прекрасно и возвышенно под небом.

2. Но в день другой обида вдруг приходит

И недовольства повод ко дну все чувства клонит.

Всё лучшее, что было в радостном круженье,

Уж слишком скоро покидает размышленья.

3. А для чего ж имеет чувства каждый?

Так щедро наградила нас однажды

Природа, людям отпустив на век, —

Противоречья чувств вселила в разум всех.

4. Они живут все вместе в своём разнообразье,

Но не способен дружеским быть бег несчастья

С тем удивительным, цветущим ощущеньем,

Что распустилось в Божьем наслажденье.

5. И эти чувства для спасенья жить должны.

Они – вернейшие друзья, что на всю жизнь.

Но чувствованье мрачное – смертельный враг,

Он убивает наилучшее в душе у нас.

6. Зачем держать убийцу в размышленье?!

Оставить лучше чувства, что в озаренье.

И вырастет святое чувствованье в нас —

То Божья воля – взрастить добро в сердцах!

Feeling

1. We always do feel something in life,

But the feeling may be too dark or light.

Some day we do look happy and nice,

And find everything beautiful and fine.

2. But some other day suddenly comes the frown

With the sense of grievance and being put down.

All the fine feelings and joyful dance

Fade away from the heart very fast.

3. What for does have feeling everyone,

It is a generous reward to us once given.

The nature granted to the people for life, —

The feeling of conflict too was set for all in mind.

4. Together they live the life of variety some

But can’t be friendly in the unsound run

With the blossoms wonderful and the good feeling,

Which is spread out by God’s willing.

5. For help this feelings must live inside,

They are the truthful friends in life.

But gloomy feeling is the mortal foe,

It kills all that is best in soul.

6. What for keep the murderer in mind?!

It would be better to keep the feeling bright.

And see that holy feeling grows

In kindly hearts – that is what God wants!

Цветочек

1. Весной цветочек маленький открыл глаза,

Увидел, что в зелёном цвете природа вся.

Один цветочек в нежном платьице горит,

Что в красках ярких, на земле проснувшейся стоит.

2. Деревья и трава здесь все в зелёном цвете,

И только у него победное расцветье!

Но чья ж рука так разукрасила цветок?

Художник тот прекрасный – природы ток!

3. Она знает всегда, который лучше цвет

Подходит каждому, рождённому в земле.

Но цветик очень мало живёт на свете,

Поэтому не ведает он ничего об этом.

4. И широко открытым взором он смотрит в мир,

Где ослепительного Солнца огни зажглись,

Где небо голубое с седыми облаками

И каждый в жизни цвет свой обретает.

5. Но почему же непременно листва – в одном,

Ну, а цветочки – совсем в другом?

Снег только белый на горах всегда,

И только желтые лучи у Солнца. Да…

6. Но кто откроет истину о красках,

Кто из Вселенной их принёс, кто скажет,

Чья первая идея – украсить всё кругом

Цветами на земле и лепестки зажечь огнём?!

Floret

1. Small floret opens its eyes in the spring,

All around there is color green.

One floret is in the wonderful dress

Of color bright on the earth awake.

2. The grass and trees are all green,

But only the floret’s color does win!

Whose hand has decorated this one?!

The nature is a painter fine!

3. It always knows which color is best

For everything, that is born on earth.

But the floret very little is,

Knows nothing about this.

4. With open eyes it looks at the world,

Where the fire is burning of the blinding sun.

Where the sky is blue with clouds white,

Everything in life does its color find.

5. But why the foliage is certainly of one type,

And the flowers are of a different kind!

On mountains the snow is only white always,

And only yellow are the sunny rays. Oh, yes…

6. But who will reveal about color the truth,

Who brought the colors from the universe and whose

Is the first idea – to have adorned

With flowers the earth and petals with the fiery tones?!

Течение

1. Теченье есть у рек, поток есть у ума,

Из малого источника рождаются дела.

Они в себе имеют камни преткновенья,

Что чинят сеть препятствий для теченья.

2. Помеха эта несёт страдания и муки

И ранит радостно бегущие в них струи.

А камни эти невидимы почти всегда,

Но вдруг, внезапно, удар наносят нам.

3. Кто положил на дно груз непосильный,

Безжалостное бремя бегущих мыслей?!

А для чего тот камень должен жить на дне,

Отсутствие его дало б свободное течение воде.

4. Кто в голову вложил мучительнейший разум,

Который боль несёт от ранящих ударов?

И кто избавит нас от бессердечия его

И выбросит ненужное из мыслей вон?

5. Течение должно быть стремительно могучим,

Вода же чистой, в прозрачности певучей,

Чтобы смогли увидеть ту преграду все,

Которая препятствует для отражения звезде.

6. Так, очень нам необходим прилив

От Вознесённого Владыки, направляющего мысль

В то истинное русло течения ума,

Чтоб встретить мудрость мысль смогла!

Flow

1. Has flow the river, has flow the wit.

From the little source begins the deed.

Both pass under water the heavy stones,

And the net removes such obstacles in the flow.

2. This hindrance is a painful one,

Is harming the stream in its joyful run.

The stones are invisible oftentimes,

But their blows are quite painful for us.

3. Who placed at the bottom this weight immense

A burden cruel inside the fleeting sense?!

What for these stones must lie at the bottom,

Without them is free the flow of the water.

4. Who put in the head the painful wit,

Which is suffering from the stone’s hit?

Who will deliver us from the heartless one

And throw out the unnecessary kind.

5. The flow must be the powerful torrent.

The water clean and very transparent.

So that the obstacles are seen from far, —

Which hinder the reflections of the stars.

6. It is very needful that flow does run

From the Master Ascended, who directs fine

In the true channel the flow of wit

So that we can wise reflections meet!

Сад

1. Сады всегда были на маленькой Земле,

Должны быть в будущем, не могут умереть!

Земля не выживает без садов,

Она нуждается в их помощи без слов.

2. Садовники – все люди, и всю жизнь

Они выращивают чувственную мысль.

И, как растения в саду, зерно бросают

В мышление и душу, ожидая…

3. Что вырастет и в будущем взойдёт

Богатый урожай иль град побьёт,

Росточек лучший задохнётся в сорняках

Или распустится цветочек в лепестках?

4. А почему же век цветка так короток —

Прожить лишь несколько деньков?! Мой Бог!

И часто люди отрезают жизни нить:

Хотят увидеть, как умрёт души родник?!

5. Послало для людей цветов тех семя —

Для лучших чувств – Святое Небо.

Для радости краса их, помощь в мгле

Для каждого, живущего на искренней Земле.

6. Всё будет превосходно на планете,

Когда засеют люди в чувствах зёрна эти,

Которые затем внутри произрастут

Цветущим садом, – Справедливость будет тут!

Garden

1. The gardens were always there on the earth,

And must be in future, they can’t be dead!

Without gardens cannot survive the land,

It doubtlessly needs their help.

2. All people are the gardeners fine,

They grow thoughts with feelings all through life.

And like plants in the garden, are sowing the grain,

In mind and soul, are waiting then…

3. What will grow in the future way,

Will it be rich crop, or the hail will waste lay?!

Will the fine sprouts be smothered among weeds,

Or will the florets blossom into petals indeed.

4. Why is the floret’s lifetime very short

Few days only are they living?! Oh, my God!

And people often cut the thread of life,

They want to see, how spring souls die?!

5. For the people are sent the flowers and the seeds pure,

Also the holy sky, – for better feelings sure.

For joy their beauty, helping hand in the mist to find

For everything with life on the earth very kind.

6. All will be wonderful on the planet indeed!

When people have sown in feeling the seeds,

Which will then have grown inside,

Blooming flower garden, – it will be all right!

Мелодия

1. Хорошая мелодия есть благодарственная песнь.

Чтоб нечто нам прекрасное принесть,

Явилась людям музыка, но много фальши

В Земле родило злобное мышленье наше.

2. Как много музыки оставлено прелестной.

Но человек не может слышать, бессердечный,

Нежнейшую мелодию, да и не в силах

Хранить в уме прекраснейшие мысли.

3. Но звук упорно стучится в сердце

И ждёт, когда ум сможет отпереться

Божественной мелодии, затем возьмёт

В трепещущее сердце на века вперёд.

4. Божественную музыку всё ищет человек,

Что музыкантом быть способен, несущим свет,

Чтобы её навечно оставить тут

И радость принести для одиноких душ.

5. Чтоб посвятить свою жизнь людям,

Спасая их прекрасным, чистым звуком,

И с ним вдвоём вновь достучаться вместе

До сердца и души, где безразличие уселось.

6. Держать надо открытыми и ум, и уши,

Тогда прекрасную мелодию услышим.

И пусть живут святые звуки в сердце нашем —

Помогут нам за жизнь счастливую сражаться!

Melody

1. Good melody is the thankful song.

So that something beautiful to us is brought,

Came music to the people, but much of the wrong kind

Was born on the earth, in the unsound mind.

2. Much of the good music has left us.

The heartless man does not hear, alas!

The wonder melody, and is not

Able to keep in mind good thought.

3. But the sound persistently knocks the heart.

And waits for the people to open the mind

For the divine melody, taking inside

In the throbbing heart every time.

4. The divine music is sought by all men,

Who can be musicians unfeigned.

So as to have it settled for ever here,

And bring joy to every single soul.

5. In order to devote the whole lifetime

To help people with the sound fine.

And to knit both together again

Till the hearts and souls, are oneness gain.

6. Keep the mind and ears open and alive,

Then can be heard the music very fine.

Let these holy sounds live in the heart,

It helps for the happy life to fight!

Люди

1. Так много различных людей на Земле.

Без отдыха трудится кто-то, но те,

Другие же, ищут всегда развлеченье

До тех пор, пока не придут в истощенье.

2. Различие так глубоко почему?

Всю жизнь всё вокруг по душе одному:

Природа, и люди, и звёзд небосвод,

Не сможет обидеть он всё, что живёт.

3. Зато другой войны желает.

Все формы жизни убивает:

Будь то цветок, иль деревцо, иль человек, —

Безжалостный убийца губит всех.

4. Другой же может жизнь свою отдать

За человека ль, зверя ль, умирать

Без тени сожаленья за цветок.

К несчастью, редко кто их встретить смог…

5. Кто знает цену чужой жизни —

Не занесёт руки-убийцы

Над головой ребенка иль цветка.

Покинет шар Земной последний, но когда?

6. Над нами всеми один и тот же Бог!

Мы дети, близкие, по образу Его.

Должны все вместе прекрасно жить,

Всю жизнь всех искренне любить!

People

1. Too many kinds of people live on the earth.

Some are working without rest,

Others are looking always

For amusement, until exhaustion they do face.

2. Why the difference so very profound is?

Someone likes all in lifetime his, —

The nature, people, stars in the sky,

Never can hurt all that is alive.

3. But the other kind wants to be in war,

Which in all forms the life kills for sure:

Be it flower, or tree, or man,

This killer ruthless does kill them.

4. Another kind can give up his life

For other man, for animal, and die

Even for a floret without a shade of regret.

Unfortunately this kind is seldom met…

5. One who knows the value of life somebody else’s,

Can never raise his hand for killing

Over the head of a child, or a floret.

The earth in the end will forsake the killer, but when?

6. Above us is one and the same God!

We are his children made in the image of that God.

We all must live together fine

And be in sincere love the whole lifetime!

Бог есть Любовь

1. Кто знает, Кто есть Боже Всемогущий?

Для многих в жизни к размышленью пищей

Явилась эта тема, каждый мыслил,

Божественное видя в своём смысле.

2. И видел Бога кто-то в своём мышленье

В одеждах белых, мудрость в воплощенье,

С открытым взором, полным доброты, —

На троне золотом средь звёзд сидит.

3. Другой же думает иначе: Бог —

Это невидимая красочная мощь,

Которую не можем зреть, но ощутим,

Когда придёт печаль, – в беде и счастье зрим.

4. Но Кто Он, Бог? Кто правильно ответит,

Если никто не видел место Света?

Где Дом Его? И кто сможет взлететь

К сияющей звезде, чтоб Истину принесть?

5. Кто ж управляет Вселенной тайной,

Где искренние души обитают,

И звёздами, рассыпанными большими пламенами,

И Солнцем, что сияет и над нами?

6. Кто Он, Великий Мастер, строивший Пространства,

От ярких звёзд и до Земного царства,

Духовной сущностью все вещи проникая?

Я думаю, что Бог – Любовь Святая!

God is Love

1. Who knows who is the Almighty God?

Great many people in life had thought

About theme this, and everyone the image made

Of God to suit the idea he had.

2. Someone saw the God in his own mind

Embodying wisdom in clothes white.

With full of kindness the open eyes,

Who sits on the golden throne among the stars.

3. Someone else thinks in a different way,

The God is an invisible power, say.

That kind can’t see, but may it feel,

When comes grief, – in woe and weal.

4. But who is God? Who answers right,

If nobody has seen the place of light,

Where is His home? Who can fly up

To the shining star, and bring the truth to us?

5. Who is governing the secret world,

Where are living the spirits unfeigned.

In the place where are scattered the bright flaming stars.

And the sun that is shining above us…

6. Who is the Great Master, who built this space,

With all the things from stars to earth,

Saturated with the sacred life.

I think – The God is the Holy Love!

Томящийся от любви

1. Однажды человек, томящийся в любви,

Проснулся. Как прекрасен этот мир,

Где долго спал он! И впервые

Увидел Солнца свет приветливый и дивный.

2. Увидел в небе, как седые облака

Шлют молчаливые приветы свысока,

Как нежный ветерок лицо ласкает и листва

Шуршит и шепчет дивные слова.

3. О, что за чудо?! Лишь вчера

Я думал, что покинут навсегда…

То выдумка! Отныне счастлив знать —

С рожденья я любим, и это так!

4. Всю жизнь был в ожиданье человека,

Который влюбится в меня. Но прежде

Не знал об истине Любви, что высока.

Ошибка в моей жизни велика!

5. Все люди на земле в мученье от любви,

И каждый хочет полюбить. Мечты

Зовут отдать, что в чувствованье свято,

Кому-то, кто воспримет это благо…

6. Но всем вокруг наша любовь необходима.

И благодарная природа в чистом ритме

Томящимся от мук любви всё даст.

Коль не успеет жизнь, то – Бог воздаст!

Lovesick

1. Some lovesick man someday has born,

How beautiful is the space, where for long

Was sleeping he! And for the first time

He saw the sun in friendly shine.

2. He saw the clouds white in the sky

Are wandering silently up high.

Light breeze tender is caressing the face,

And foliage is whispering wonderful words.

3. Oh, what a marvel?! Yesterday

I thought – I’m forsaken… But it is not so!

I’m very happy, that I know —

By nature all do love me, – it is so!

4. All my life I was waiting for the man,

Who will have loved me, but I then

Did not understand the truth of love, which is so high.

It was my great mistake in life!

5. All people on the earth are lovesick ones,

And everybody wants to be in love.

All are dreaming to pass holy feeling

To somebody, who is to receive it willing…

6. But all around us are needful

Of our love, and for it are thankful.

For lovesick man all nature is fine.

If not enough is life, – The God does give!

Миссия

1. Для каждой вещи на Земле есть миссия своя:

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