To the People Of the Present Poem by Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov

Why we don't make them distinguished -
Our thoughts - with heart's vibration,
Fill the air with cry and skirmish,
Dreams and lies in combination.

Just for that, that, fully useless,
Lost of joy and lost of sadness,
To draw spirals of the losers,
Between even Time and Spaces.

Just for that, that in the darkness,
Full of dreams and gloomy richness,
To leave signature of hardness,
Bitter tiredness, and weakness.

And when the temple, alone,
Will be joined by happy nations,
To become the heavy stones
For the future generations.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2000