My mother
Son overshadowed Cross.
Son leaves his father's house.
In songs mother left
Golden joy is:
Only he had come to the famous,
Only to postpone joy!
here, in dazzling armor,
heard, son walking in the darkness.
His spirit gave the inhabitants of heaven,
Heart - Mother Earth.
Roosters sing to the morning service,
Night frightened runs.
Hoarse morning fog horn
Behind the back of her blows.
Podnyalys over luhovynamy
Curls matted moss,
Tag gaze owlish
The pack light clouds…
Here it is, my son, a bright cloud,
At the dawn helmet!
He pours arrows prickly
In Blackwood, in the wasteland!..
Wind blows the cleansing
From celestial blue.
Son throws a sword destructive,
Helm takes a head.
Sharpens his chest pierced
Blood and mountain praise:
Hello, distance, freed
From the night misty haze!
The heart of a mother left
Golden joy is:
Here it is, my son, bloody!
Only to postpone joy!
Son has not forgotten his own mother:
Son came home to die.
4 October 1906
