What's the use you separate the sheep
From the goats,
Dirty lumps are angels in a dust…
Don't vote.
Be afraid of nothing - study
To trust.
Skies are pure and attentive.
Bright stars
There twinkle to a wise man
And fools.
Judge on neither dresses, faces
Nor roots.
Don't study to pretend
But obtain.
Traps of fears, insults are -
For the brain.
Spare neither time nor forces -
On warmth...
All you've asked the Lord for -
Always occurs.
For sweet hearts, which shine you, are -
Numberless...
Everyone, you meet in life,
The Lord sends.
Accept everybody - no matter -
Who's he,
The light world will smile to you -
Joyfully.
Give a piece of heart you own -
To each
And the universe unfolds before you -
Enriched.
Translated from Russian
http: //stihi.ru/2007/12/11/3655
by Zharptyonok
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