we are born; breathe greedily
Nature's powerful gifts;
we mnitsya, - breathes mercilessly
A life, inscribed in the worlds.
That our life? unexpected gust?
Random fruit of her Creator?
Child worlds fragrant,
Chip Gd crown?
ABOUT, not! Burning life measure
Not for us to know and unravel.
It is worthy of the best of faith,
Creator us its seal.
It takes years to infinity, –
Gives new Creator.
Is always, everywhere - live forever, –
One beginning and the end.
11 August 1899