I have returned...
I have returned,
In a hundred years,
From a darkness on this earth.
Has blinked, seeing the light.
Just a little I remember my planet...
Suddenly I hear:
The grass rustles,
In the stream the water runs live.
«I love you! .» - the words sound
And shine, do not becoming outdated...
The millenium has passed.
On the earth again I have returned.
Everything that I has remembered, have swept up
By the sand of the other time.
But go as go the fires of a stars grow dim,
Having know that soon the sun comes.
And the people -
As well as nowadays -
Falls in love and hates...
I gone and have returned again,
Having left an eternity behind me.
The world has changed till the bases.
It all is penetrated by a new-will.
But all the same -
The winter is white.
The flowers in a meadows flicker drowsily.
The love was remained as is.
And the quarrel was remained same.
Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary,1979.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem