By Alexei Zarin
On reaching the goal, escaped from the fire,
Hardly beaten, still living, I've entered my home.
And what shall I say? Thank you, people, who are now
With me, and to those - who not - for my lot.
And thank you, all the traitors - I'm today aware
Of the true friendship, of the faith in air.
And also, thank you - for closed doors, no matter,
It's wholesome to go round way and better.
And thank you for the poison from your stings:
Today this poison is like a balm to me.
And thank you, those, who were not supporting
Me in hard times, I had success by own.
And thank you, those, who had such a heavy press,
That blood was streaming out of eyes,
But after weight of 15 thousands atmospheres -
Out of a mere coal - the Diamond shines!
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The russian verse:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/03/20/698
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem