'Don't look, ' - he said, - 'at them, don't follow...
They have gone to the far, to horizon
And behind their conscience... Don't
Look at the light, which is left with a sorrow...
All, that have been - now is absent...
It doesn't happen, doesn't last, doesn't dream...
Only there, behind the horizon,
The flash of sunset and a horn blows silently.
It is calling all people now,
Who has lived their term already...
On this Earth, so native and sinful...
There, behind the horizon, there's a steady,
A constant flow of the Beautitude of Non-Me...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/16/4527
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem