In the sacred necessary to believe
I speak by the verses better,
Than could speak by a prose.
To me it is easier by the poetic punch
Any thought on a clean sheet to spill.
No, I do not drink a wine.
The thoughts I drink are intoxicated.
They are a soul, they are my passionate mind.
The crinkles without a thoughts are as a patients,
But costs to cut a spark
And the boom accrues.
And in each cage of a brain
By the fire the word flares,
Which I madly did searched.
And there is no need to alarm God again,
By the way he to us has told everything for a long time …
To easier to live, in the sacred necessary to believe!
And what the sacred is? Certainly, the Love!
And there is no limit that it to measure!
So better you are never to it contradict …
Do not subject the Love to doubts.
Do not listen to a gossips and do not repeat.
You will break a precept -
You will receive a stumble
Then on yourself expostulate …
The love is not subject to a mind!
Its hot heat is untamed!
It over all is autocratic!
It is stronger than any forces!
2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem