Why, why forever to the deadly line
I'm pushed unpityingly by blows of the Fortune?
Whether all this, including life of mine,
Are only moments of the endless torture?
I want to live, tho' heart hasn't joy inside,
And happiness is just a tale to know,
But I am called in distance by some light,
And it is seemed, that I can have its glow.
Maybe, ‘tis just a spirit - this far blaze!
Maybe, my hopes are lost any ground!
But there - afar, in the unearthly space,
Its rays are ever beautiful and proud!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem