You can't go away. I'm - the prisoner.
You are - the guard. And we have the joined fate.
And we have in the whole emptiness
One written order for both us that day.
I'm not a restless person, silent!
I have the eyes, quite clear enough!
Let me, my guard, go to a pine-tree
There in distance, don't worry to watch up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem