Ad Infinitum. From Balmont Poem by Liza Sud

In the temple all - as was before.
I heard a quiet wave of thuribles.
'I was laughing, and I joked.
Did you really love me? '

Hazy thrill of candles is like smoke,
And upon the icons - borrowed light.
Everyone wants in the dark of church

From candles to candle to take light.

In the temple will be - as it was.
I heard a quiet wave of thuribles.
'A, betrayer! It all was your joke.
Sorrow! Sorrow! I loved him'.




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Ad infinitum

В храме всё — как прежде было.
Слышен тихий взмах кадил.
«Я смеялся, я шутил.
Неужели ты любила? »

Дымен смутный трепет свеч,
На иконах свет заемный.
Каждый хочет в церкви темной
От свечи свечу зажечь.

В храме будет так, как было.
Слышен тихий звон кадил.
«А, неверный! Ты шутил.
Горе! Горе! Я любила».