Evgeny Ivanov
Here He is - Christ - in chains and roses -
Behind the bars of my prison.
Behold the Lamb of Meek in white robes
I come and look at the prison window.
In simple salary blue sky
Its icon looks out the window.
Poor artist made heaven.
But Leake and blue sky - one.
single, Light coloured, a little sad -
Him ascends cereal,
On the hill is the garden cabbage,
And birch trees and fleeing into a ravine.
And all so close and yet so far,
What, standing next to, can not be achieved,
I can not accomplish blue Oka,
While you will not become self, as a path…
As long as the same will not be a beggar,
Do not lie down, istoptan, in a remote ravine,
All will not forget, and just do not stop loving,
And not pobleknesh, as dead grass.
10 October 1905
