I never liked any colors.
They were all the same to me.
Red color, or blue, or black one -
That's the game of God. That's it.
I love you when you are auburn,
I love you when you are blonde.
for me you are incomparable.
as from A to U letters flow.
Like this you are even less fearful,
and I may embrace you with ease.
now I'll even touch you, dear,
and blonde - I could only kiss.
now you became more at home.
we went to the garden from castle.
You're married now, not alone,
That is how gods decided!
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Мне цвета никогда не нравились,
то есть мне было все равно:
черное, синее, красное -
это Бога игра, и все.
Я люблю тебя и каштановой,
и блондинкой тебя люблю.
Для меня ты неподражаема,
как поток слов от А до Ю,
Так ты даже менее грозная,
и так легче тебя обнимать.
и теперь я тебя потрогаю,
а блондинку - лишь целовать!
Теперь ты стала домашняя.
Мы вышли из замка - в сад.
Ты теперь не одна, а замужем.
Это боги решили так!
Hi Liza, You renounce colors as a game of God. I would just recall what Albert Einstein said, God does not play dice. Colours are there just because that is the way God wants the world to be. Scientifically, you may term colors are as just illusions. But, for human beings, who are able to discern colors, colors make his/her world. And Love is just another color...100++
This is a poem of renunciation, that is, you are giving up something desirable for the sake of something even more desirable. That is often a required sacrifice and it tests your faith in that higher good thing, which for you (although you don't say this directly in this poem) is God. But you don't express any resistance or anger or regret. In poems like this your heart overflows with good will for both the lower and the higher good and you are in a condition of calm as if you were already beyond worldly strife. The colors in the first stanza you say you don't need or desire must be symbolic of the lesser light you sacrifice for the higher Light. As a consequence of your renunciation, you have been blessed with a keen sense of the beauty of everything FIXED IN GOD'S EYE, to quote my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this flows live like a river!