In one gold ring the soul is united,
Born out of the power of love,
And further world is slowly such counting
All into three, though before were two parts.
From two parts - the additional beginning
Of newborn life and love appears.
The universe feels lack of the one-two things,
And she unites the blood for birth to three.
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2009/02/09/6302
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem