They thought – just a man!
They thought – just a man!
And forced him to die.
He is dead. The end.
- Cry for the angel, cry!
Before the fall of night,
He praised the evening splendor
Three waxen lights
- Superstitious - tremble.
He emitted bright light;
On the snow, strings smoldered.
Just three candles shine –
For the sun-holder!
Oh, will you look - how
His eyelids are flattened!
Oh, will you look - how
His wings have been shattered!
People pray with the priest.
He reads the selection…
- The poet lies, deceased,
And celebrates resurrection.
Translated by Andrey Kneller
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