Обрядов ретроспекции замшелость,
Мой метод – превосходное НИКАК,
Индифферентность – средство достиженья.
Мой сон лиловой дымкою клубит,
Изведал территорию абсурда,
Епархия мздоимцев из глубин
На возрожденья вынесена судно.
Бравады залихватский волкодав
Смиренья архитравами придавлен,
Ручей духовной силы всклокотал,
Вспомянуто Самсоново преданье.
Стропою безысходности обвит,
В чистилище раскаяния брошен,
В беззвёздном небе фикция любви
Горит Кассиопеи яркой брошью.
Всевластия захватывая Брест,
Вручает свету тьма свою кромешность,
Чуть внятнее, чем сумеречный бред,
Чуть больше, чем предвиденное меньше.
Пыль тяжбы выметая из избы,
Не выметешь пустых амбиций сора,
Осадок угнетенья не избыв,
С собой аутентичным вступишь в ссору.
Астральный сон, а может быть, и явь,
Необоримый дух бунтарских шествий,
Чуть легче, чем беспечность бытия,
Закутанного в степень совершенства.
Созвучие культур
* * *
When somber woes start to penetrate
Into the kingdom of your withered feelings,
You urge your soul to reiterate,
“You’ll find in Literature the blissful healing;
In its archaic world you’ll see the Lord,
The light of harmony and subtle beauty!
You praise its precious heritage galore,
To grasp its pristine essence is your duty”.
Its flame illumes your portion in the murk,
Your sonnets interplait in fragrant chaplets,
Undying reminiscences of mirth
And miseries enlight your inner chapel.
Long live the faithful votaries of Art,
Who hide its treasures in the fervent hearts!
The roundelay of seasons
(Motherland)
When Autumn walks around the swirling leaves,
It makes the sleeping town wrapped in silence,
Her rainfalls sweep the ash of poignant grieves
And leave the buds of daydreams young and sightless.
When Winter steps into the season gate,
The nature weaves the tender sheet of snow,
The feast of pearly stars will never fade,
The restless winds expel my sullen woe.
It spreads along the forests full of grace,
The fragrant trees put on the splendid veils,
Her plangent rivers flow in the haze
And their seething echoes rampant gales.
Her gentle beauty spells me with delight,
The breath of Spring awakes the frozen flowers,
The bowl of the sky is filled with light,
Extended through the myriads of hours.
An ardent summer blazes in the gloom,
The birds thrill with the songs of exultation,
I'm proud of the world I see in bloom –
The bloom of sempiternal inspiration!
* * *
Remember those who spilled a lot of blood,
Remember all the soldiers, all the heroes.
The quintessence of war is evil flood,
The breathless souls looked like broken mirrors.
Remember battlers of the cruel fight,
Whose names adorn the books of olden pages,
The sun evanished with its cryptic light,
Those combat nights… They seemed to last for ages.
Remember people, praying for the end,
The warriors dressed in the martial vestures,
Those gruesome minutes crumbled like the sand,
Great Victory! Incredible Salvation!
The tombs abound with immortal breasts,
Remembrances bring freedom to mankind,
Eternal glory to the dauntless braves,
The heroes of authentic might and kindness!
* * * Methinks that Life is what we gain,
It leads us through the thorny way.
Dost thou deem there's naught in vain,
When Fate bestows an assay?
Life withers like a fervent thought,
Trust is a thralldom of deceit,
Bewitching lie is always fraught
With lures that put to death indeed.
Demolished by a dismal sigh,
We crave for Sooth without remorse
And fiercely hurl into the sky
The words against the sacred force.
Create the stellar arch of verse
To seek and find the reachless sense,
The fragile hopes will submerse
Into the whirlpool of suspense.
Your Soul stands in awe of doom,
Once healed from all pernicious fame,
Let fights for Peace against ado
Be crowned with eternal flame!
If darkness ever billows like a tide,
Suppress the war of choices: YES or NO.
Athwart the ancient theory of time,
Discern sublime eternity in Knowledge.
It builds the subtle galleon of thoughts
And moves them to the harbor of oblivion.
Sustain the path of existential thorns,
Cognized by every scrupulous believer.
Don't shatter Its imperishable torch
That lights the fragile chalice of subconscious.
Defended from your enemies’ retorts,
Rebuild the starry fortress of precautions.
Bestowing immortality on words,
It shows the trajectory of wisdom.
The deities from abstract afterworlds
Awake the Truth with its prophetic whisper.
The clay of Hope, buried in the grave
Of memories, will merit resurrection.
May all endeavors, sprouted like grains,
Inbreathe your heart to soar and mind to reckon.
The dawn of Absolution in the skies
Embroiders extraordinary verses,
The agony of evil can't disguise
The masterpiece of Verity and Virtue.
Learn through the Milky Way of fatal signs
The ology of Beatitude and Sorrow,
Observe the cryptic Universe inside
The intricate dimension of your Soul.
Закровение - из ряда волн
* * *
Мы вновь о житии заговорим,
Синхронно завершая «философским»,
Ступай за мной, пугливый херувим,
Неясность разумения – осока.
Устроив алфавитный перебор,
Я вновь произношу: «Аз, Буки, Веди»,
«Любовь – маниакальный перебой», –
Так глас сверхинтуиции ответил.
И здесь уже бездейственен гештальт,
Лишь годен инструмент самосознанья,
Он мысли собирает в дружный штат,
Их суверенитета кроет знамя.
Резерв бытийных сил теперь не хил,
Грядущее, увы, непредвестимо.
Ты превзойдёшь идей своих верхи,
Провидев в этом рвеньи высший стимул.