She loved the theater.
And there are - different pieces.
Today - you're happy, rich,
tomorrow - you're poor and wicked.
Today you are loved by her.
tomorrow - you're sent away.
but the curtain falls - and then
life will remain the same.
She loved the theater,
where a bird was flying up,
she looked at the odeum,
just watching and never damned.
Such a grafted world's view
turned out to be true.
She loved the theater,
where truth is ephemeral.
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Она любила театр.
А в театре - разные пьесы.
Сегодня - ты счастлив, богат,
а завтра - ты злой и беден.
Сегодня ты ею любим, .
а завтра - ты ею отвержен.
но падает занавес - и
жизнь остается прежней.
Она любила театр,
где птица ввысь улетала,
она смотрела на зал,
смотрела и не осуждала.
И этот привитый взгляд
на мир оказался верным.
Она любила театр,
где истина эфемерна.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I missed this poem in early June. It seems veiled in language, but it clearly deals with unfulfilled desire (TODAY YOU ARE LOVED BY HER/TOMORROW YOU ARE SENT AWAY) . This person's love of the theater seems to be just an interest, but at the end of the poem it seems to an escapist place for her. She doesn't have acknowledge the genuine truths of life because she just acknowledges the ephemeral truths presented in plays. One of the truths she fails to honor is kindness.