S.Marshak, Back Translation Of Translated Shakespeare, Son.146 Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

My soul as the core of the sinful earth
Was taken in captivity of a restless power,
By need of spirit you are all been burned,
But you use forces only to paint the outer.

A short-time visitor, why do you pay so much
For house, taken into lease for time,
So, that in future give a worm a chance
To eat your property, gained by your working hard.

Oh soul, grow up and satiate yourself,
Accumulate the treasure in the running days,
And, buying the better destiny to end,
Live as a rich in inner world, outside - a poorman.

And reign over the death in fleeting life, moreover,
Then death will die, and you'll become eternal.