You lived alone! Friends were out of search,
And coreligionists - the same part.
You ruthlessly stabbed your sharp sword
Into the opened for sunshine heart.
'My crazy friend! You could be happy one! ..' -
'Why for? Among the stormy lightnings
We can't keep, anyway, for some time
The happiness, that is undying! '
26 August 1914
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem