Lullaby To The Globe Poem by viacheslav kupriyanov

Dire our age, each day - a mess;

Don't despair, though, I implore.

Sleep, my world; you are the best,

Worse each day than that before.



Sleep, oh world, through fires' threat,

Center of our universe.

Days of peace as gifts accept,

Sleep, and dreams of freedom nurse.



Sleep, oh guardian of space,

Watchman of the stars, at ease.

Problems of the human race

Shall not mar your tranquil peace.



Take this nonsense in your stride

Do not fear that you might smother!

Sleep with Europe on one side

And the US on the other.



Sleep, oh universe, don't grieve.

What will happen will be good!

As for us we shall believe

Truth will triumph as it should.


Translated from Russian by Lydia R. Stone