The fog descended upon Earth
Soaked up compassion for the poor heart
And with compassion he did take in passion
Wild passion that had promise of the bliss
And radiated joy. It called itself the Love.
Bewitched the poor heart, seduced with paradise.
And in the end it fought the futile fight
With musty apathy
And soon, the battle lost, it caved in to defeat
And drowned the heart in ocean of despair.
The fog descended upon Earth,
It kept the loyalty to heart
Just for one sigh of bliss that it provoked.
And grateful, it deprived the heart of cheerless love.
The wind embraced the trees and branches broke
In tribute to departed love,
The gentle leaves all shook in fright and feared for life.
In fog’s tight embrace the Love did contemplate:
Was I so foolish to depart from heart I settled in for good?
The fog ascended high with Love in arms
And stars in heaven moved aside in awe.
Love recognized them as its kin and, behold,
It shone as fiercely as the brightest star.
Abandoned on the Earth, the Love
In heaven did become a shining star
That shines upon all lovers in this World
Who seek its warmth and light eternally.
Deprived of Love, the heart resented life,
It cried the bitter tears for its loss:
Where have you gone, my Love,
The one that dwelt inside for so long,
The one that shadowed the Sun and opened path to Moon,
The one that poisoned me by sweet and throbbing pain?
You preached eternity, and yet you slipped away,
Unable to forgive a harmless little sham!
Red leaves of fall, who’s crimson shroud
Is envied by the green leaves of the Spring,
Ask mighty wind why blows it off the candle of our love,
And where it takes our dreams.
So screamed the heart in misery and pain.
By Liana Margiva
Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov