Песнь. Song

Problem

1. What problem is, about problem I write.

They come together in the darkness of night.

How many of them! But who is afraid,

To face the problem? Don’t be late.

2. When come some problem in our life,

We must face it, and must everyone

Take up without long thoughts in mind,

And without keeping long in our inside.

3. When comes second, third, and fourth,

Tackle them together, – freeze!

All problems come always at a time.

I’m afraid, they are never fine.

4. When second time again are rising,

And never leave in spite of advising?

What can we do with problems then,

When they will have grown. To fan the flame?

5. All thoughts in mind are living together,

But not all are friendly. Are rich and poor.

One thought is high, another lower down,

Some are false, but others sound.

6. Why they all together are living? —

This is a big problem to cause the feeling.

Another thought, ought not to have problem,

And all the time sleep well, not thinking.

7. If somebody doesn’t want to think, —

About arising problems, which have the mark:

Such a man can never worthy be

To be called a man by humanity.

8. If can’t be worthy, why must live? —

So that in future with problem be?

Who sleeps, he has no problem ever,

But who is awake soon gets them all.

9. What better, sleep, or be unsleeping

Without dream we can be living

Dream never can be without thoughts,

But thought without mind, never grows.

10. How can live people without mind?

They never can be true and right.

But truthful always have many problems…

Those who are living ones, welcome to good sense!

Wise

1. At the time, when does the Sun rise,

We can see, how the nature is wise.

From time to time, we must believe,

Sunrise in us does the life-blood fill.

2. Life never can be without light.

If very dark, and everywhere night,

All people feel themselves afraid,

And only Sun can make them fearless.

3. In the warm sunlight, – all living meet

The Sun warms with joy after sleep.

Did we meet better without the sun-shining?

It is unlikely! The Sun is inspiring.

4. Where have been living the wise, perhaps in the Sun…

Perhaps in the star are living some.

Somewhere up, and higher than all…

Who can see, – only who is tall?

5. Why all reach for the Sun, warm in the sky,

Why can’t live anybody without light?

Who can answer me, when people are wise

To put some wisdom in question ours.

6. Who keeps the wise answer from all beings

Why long-drawn silence keep about it.

When comes the light, there is coming the Sun.

We very much need the wisdom fine.

7. When will come time for sages to talk.

And we can see wise light in them? What!

On earth everywhere is foggy night,

And the mind of man it wraps up.

8. You can throw off, or grow numb for ever?

After that time mind won’t come back ever.

Best thought will come like timid quest,

Let live it for the living of next.

9. Too difficult about wisdom to write,

I know only the sage can explain right.

But man all lifetime must be ready,

For the sagacious wisdom steady!

10. Wise day begins from sunrise time,

The sage thinks the first thought fine.

Who can give good advice? —

It’s only the man whose thoughts are wise!

About the book

1. Some words about the book I must say.

How people live without the book can?

Who thought of the first sheet of paper white,

Then first blank verse had begun to write?

2. We don’t know… poet did too little live.

Time can’t all themes keep.

Soon people were forgetting it…

And never did remember the first-born song.

3. Somebody joins in a refrain in mind

And good idea will be living. Fight!

Poetry must fight its way,

To fight alone from day to day.

4. Too seldom people are meeting verse,

Without arrogance, with beauty sense.

Don’t understand, what he wanted say

A simple man, who is a poet called, is one of them.

5. Which kind of feeling inspires to write.

What said the people long ago of light.

Or said about fate and the fateful one,

Or maybe wrote thoughts about the shining Sun.

6. We can’t know… What a pity!

Perhaps first man had been too needy

Of words, which can support at the time

When fortune leaves. Where consolation to find?

7. If single can’t man console oneself

Who may him help, when people sell…

The only song, or blank verse some, —

If wisdom is in the book, then all is fine.

8. This author thankworthy, give him good thanks!

In adversity he was living, – unhappy fate’s

When is not wise the book, that can help us, —

It’s only white sheet, of no help thus.

9. On the white sheet blank verse you’ll write.

Some day somebody will take in mind

Your thoughts, which can help them in life.

It is beyond sufferance, we said, but why?

10. In life all possibly! Must people say,

How much good is the book, showing the way.

Which kind you chose? In future look, —

Perhaps the best of all – the Bible Book?!

Song

1. In eventide is heard a tender song.

Who sings, perhaps it’s the sunbeam on the run,

Which had left last after other rays,

And wants to give the gift to people of sense.

2. A sunny day was leaving us,

Sunset is beautiful, it grants

A little ray, which can sing a song,

But not all may hear it fine.

3. The song too silent is, and never

The earless can be hearing.

Man must be all ears, if wants

To give ear to the last rays warm.

4. Too difficult to gain the ear of man,

When doesn’t want to hear song, which sings for him the ray.

About its subject how will he know —

What may we understand? It is high above!

5. Perhaps can help us the open heart,

And we shall understand it means what?

Why is leaving always the little ray

What for in the darkness it should remain?

6. When comes on earth a darkling night,

Some people are afraid and wait for

Sunrise… Is it sun-worship? – No!

They simply very much love the twin souls.

7. For them remain these tender rays,

For people they sing a song for days.

To help it leaves the shining Sun,

For the soul it sings the heartfelt song.

8. When not a ray of hope to see

Bright day, when clear-cut all things,

Somebody feeling then too depressed

And looking for anyone for him to be helped.

9. During the day all people are together,

They meet, work, always busy.

But majority single stay in the night, —

They don’t love ever the eventide.

10. Them helps the sky with sunny rays.

For everyone are sent the friends.

They are invisible… Only the song

Testifies to the love-worthy Sun!

Advice

1. Some people don’t like any advice,

Someone likes to give to others few words wise.

Adviser can be competent ever

But mostly not authoritative.

2. All people are in need of one, or not?

Bitter experience may advise a lot.

Life has too much sudden surprise.

And sometimes we can’t get advice.

3. The best advice, which comes in time,

Which is delayed, is not fine.

Advice in time is trusty friend,

Who can be rendering a real help.

4. So many kinds of advice are,

Is beautiful, or an unwise one.

Too many advisedly say,

But all does on adviser depend.

5. A lot of advices people have.

In all centuries something to tell.

The past knew very kindly sages

Who gave the best advices in ages.

6. We must take wisdom to heart,

And never loose the better side.

They had learnt by experience of life,

And wanted to help people fly.

7. The great minds of the world live now,

They living are in the words and their sound.

Always are helping us in time,

If only thoughts their we know fine.

8. Think and do what you’re told by the sage:

Help everyone if you can manage.

But never expect gratitude,

Make haste there, not waiting for good.

9. Too many men, and many minds,

No two minds think alike, what does one’s.

Is very difficult to give advice

When people don’t love them, who are wise.

10. But not everyone closes his ears, no,

There is somebody, who wants to know.

It’s beautiful! To be wise,

Grey wisdom never left our hearts!

Mistake

1. How many mistakes are made in our life?

Who can enumerate how many are there.

Who counts all and answers then,

What for we are making them?

2. Why people can’t live right and fine,

Without big mistakes in life.

One grave and thoughtless step

Can frustrate our lifelong quest.

3. Which kind is better? Many small,

Or one major fault? Where are the toils?

But people can notice it at once,

And correct the misdeed in time

4. It is too painful to look at it,

How people are suffering by one hit.

Who can help them right,

For living an unerring life.

5. We can live fine, without some mistake?

Perhaps there is a man who did not make.

But he is holy may be, – sage,

Who knows all life-laws. Good that!

6. Mis-spent life is a fatal mistake.

How to correct it, when life comes to end?

What will you say there, – in the sky,

What for you lived with error of mind?

7. The sky can all forgive, but one,

Remember always, which was done

Against the sky’s will, it is a great sin —

To murder souls with sacred feelings.

8. Man must be gardener for all,

Best knowing, how flowers must be grown.

Man’s soul must be a flower garden,

Then never would mis-step have risen.

9. Can soulless by chance find himself very high?

Is it probable? – Without soul one can’t fly!

Many grave mistakes pull them down,

It’s hard to fly with mind unsound.

10. Can we see them, who rise in feelings?

Yes! They are shining stars. Look this!

Who there have been rising high?

The saints, who unerring love hold in mind.

Joy

1. What to say about joy, who doesn’t know

How joyful, unlike gloomy, looking sound.

Too many people joyless, very sad,

But joyful are in minority, but they are best.

2. Where does it come from, joy to the man?

Where are born the gladsome they?

All people born in one place,

Have differences very big among them.

3. At one place in one day are born

Few thousand infants, and are growing,

Together under the sky and star,

Which comes in the morning – the single Sun.

4. But why they grow up too diverse.

One Sun and earth, bring up some kinds.

One part gladsome, look, they are rising,

But other kind without joy… They come to nothing!

5. What for are existing the joyful, guess?

They give to men, are helping? – Yes!

Without joy we can’t live fine,

And never know the happy climb.

6. All people happiness want to find.

But happy day will come, do wait

With joyful feeling. End happy

With gloomy and murderous thoughts can’t be.

7. Joy has been leaving the man, when

There is nothing to gain. Can’t find

Among the worthless true joy,

It never comes where happens the foil.

8. If they want happy to be,

Why look for the trouble some thing.

They must look for the thing better some,

Which kind brings for the soul feeling fine.

9. When we have sounded with beauty the mind,

Best thoughts will settle for ever inside.

And soon is welcome the long-awaited guest

It’s the happy day, when all is best.

10. Will have joy in future the men,

And joyful they will be living then.

What to say about joy? – It’s life,

When are living all in Love!

Weal

1. What is weal, what does mean this word,

All people heard or may be not?

Why all around talk about bad,

And very little about weal, which is great.

2. I think, all people, first of all,

Must children be of beauty told.

What can they know about weal,

When adults are taciturn and still.

3. Who’ll to the first-born say the word one, —

The first time mother will have done.

But when mother has left the baby,

Who will say the word about things better?

4. What can we answer to the little man,

About somebody, who won’t wait… Feign!

It’s many thousands of times

Are left the jolly little ones.

5. Then the abandoned, delicate child,

Must live among the mindless crowd.

Where is the generosity? Why is it lost?

Are there magnanimous people? Yes, of course!

6. The generous man is keeping peace

So only he can tell what weal is.

But everyone wants to hear, need to talk?

Perhaps it is needful for man to fall.

7. Why have fallen they? Perhaps in life,

None of them ever heard anything fine.

And nobody was loving,

To them never loveful letter was coming.

8. They never were love-child been,

And never were love of parents feeling.

Perhaps man must be tolerant,

With people well and nicely set.

9. Then to the last man all will be nice,

For good, the sadness will leave us.

In weal and woe, we must remember,

All people want to get love forever!

10. But to get love, we must give first,

And never wait for him, who brings us most.

Let us together sublime feel,

For happy life, for common weal!

Stars

1. In eventide comes the evening star,

Then do catch fire the other kind.

In twilight we can see someone,

Better gaze upon it for some time.

2. When comes on earth a darksome night

All people need the helping light.

The stars are coming to help them.

Always together have lived with man.

3. Their help is very great for us,

All night are sending only the things plus.

Lots of rays with magic force,

Are directing our fate, of course.

4. How can they know, what are we needing,

What is awaiting in the life when we are sleeping?

Perhaps they can see our dreams,

And want them to fulfil.

5. When we sleep, are open to all,

Fine dreams for us, day happy all,

But night around is… When gloom

Abounds. Watch for better, soon.

6. Who may keep watch in the defenseless one?

When people are sleeping, they can’t happen

To be able to defend themselves,

And very much need some help.

7. Who can help them in problem this,

And never leave alone to feel?

It is the star, which everyone

Can see in the sky, they always shine.

8. All people are born under stars,

But only one is like mother to us:

It’s the happy star, for everyone,

And we must feel the beacon shine.

9. For us is the fiery lighthouse sky,

For us is shining and saving light.

They are on guard, keeping watch over the dream,

So that nobody does it steal.

10. All people are trustful, when are sleeping.

In morning they forget… What a pity!

We must be always the open ones,

Like open shine of the magic stars!

Living fire

1. New day begins with living fire,

It is the golden Sun, that is shining.

The light of fire of the morning sky,

For earth is sending first rays down.

2. Does nurse the fire my Sun all day,

And is keeping warm very well.

In the Sun is hot, and the golden heart

Is not concealing one inside.

3. Its the heart – the living fire best

Which kind we never have met.

We know many kinds of fire here,

But everyone can’t be so alive.

4. Which is born fast, die out soon.

But the other is shimmering. Gloom!

That one can’t hold its ground

So never will be rising sound.

5. The better way for all on the earth,

Is the sound mind and sound gaze.

We all must know, only light

Can show us something inside.

6. What do say people about fire? —

They much sneered at the light shining.

The sky sends fire for good help,

But what did the people with the gift best?

7. They make a bonfire of books,

Then burn down the author of those.

They make a bonfire of houses,

Where little children sleep with closed eyes…

8. They burn to ashes many towns,

Who knows how many thousands?

Why have been burning all:

The towns, countries, forests… Fall!

9. How do live on the earth a fallen people?

Why can’t have the simple friendship feeling?

Why with each other they feud always

We must sink the feuds into the wells.

10. This problem can be solved only by the Sun.

We are the sunny children its own.

The living fire sets an example,

How must we love with open soul.

Open eyes

1. How beautiful the open eyes,

We can see the souls of better kinds.

In open eyes we can see the heart.

What better than open eyes, what?

2. Are living there all the best.

We never want to look at the fells.

In open eyes we meet love,

A holy faith and the stars of hope.

3. If we had half an eye, would see

Around us are living things,

Which kind we never are interested,

That is eye-opener, don’t gaze.

4. We had met people in our life,

Whose look was open and fine.

But we don’t set eyes on somebody’s lot

And very seldom they remained within eyeshot…

5. But they are living, open people,

With open eyes, they are too simple.

They aren’t be evident, and never

We can tell one from eyeless several.

6. So we must know the open one,

So as to him harm is never done.

We must protect the better trusty man,

And never excuse those who feign.

7. In life are so much fell things,

Too little kindness… Who did it steal?

In soul our are living some,

Who can rise to be fine?

8. Perhaps we must all life this learn

And always climb high up alone.

To have eyes at the back of one’s head

And never close one’s eyes to the bad.

9. So only open eyes can

Help us in life, which never feign.

In early morning we open eyes,

When comes dark night we close the ones.

10. When happy man is, he is opening eyes.

When come to grief, does them close.

To bring to grief is very simple

But can help eyes to open heart single!

Morning

1. Best time in day is early morning.

All the living after sleep awake and are moving.

What will present the day, – it only does morning know.

With hope people full: day is happy now!

2. All promise happiness, the golden Sun,

White clouds in the sky, for everyone

Is promising song bird up high,

And rustling foliage says it will be fine.

3. With friendly look all people, greeting,

And say: “Good morning” to each other meeting.

Good-humored man in the morning time,

Does wish happiness for everyone.

4. In morning we awake with hope:

Today all right is, without any problem.

All people wish goodness some,

Perhaps good luck will help someone.

5. It’s very nice idea, always greet,

When people each other meet.

Who are thinking such happy thoughts,

Which are carried by all people, who them taught?

6. Word of goodwill can always help.

But malicious make only sad.

Perhaps we must think of good words,

So as to force out the bad, false.

7. All day offer wish to each other some:

Good morning, afternoon, or night…

But whence does follow the bad mood,

If have been wishing only good.

8. Indeed, do we say the mere words?

Indeed we feigningly show thoughts?

What people think, must do that one,

Unfortunately they say one, but the other kind.

9. We wish someone only things better,

But often hit him with bad letter.

Or distress one, tell lies, and say

Constantly many words fell.

10. Perhaps we can be better people,

If we with open heart are wishing.

Using lovely, goodwill words

Shall add beauty and love, of course!

Mountains

1. The majestic, magnificent mountains

Adorning the earth by beautiful form theirs.

Always are attracting attention

Of the courage, of distinction.

2. This kind of man climbs up always high,

Mountaineering is risky, but very fine!

Who never climbs the mountains,

He can’t understand the feeling of climbers.

3. Some people often think about mountains.

Someone draws a picture, another writes —

Of beauty and the cherished dream

Some day will disclose, what they mean.

4. Somebody relates astonishing story

About mountains… what to draw the moral?

Perhaps they have some secret hidden

Where are living wise and fearless people.

5. In mountains can live only the man

Who understands the language of silence their.

Too many kinds of surprises have giants,

Avalanche… collapse of diverse kinds.

6. But aren’t afraid inhabitants fine

To run the risk of suddenly dying.

Why left they town, and here came?

Perhaps a townsman lost a close one.

7. Can’t pay one’s debt to nature wise,

And relationship doesn’t look nice.

Can’t love natural flowers in fields, or meadows,

Or glades of forests… we are looking across windows…

8. And see from prison of concrete houses

Some tree or flower-bed around is.

There is a smell of burning everywhere…

How can live man and any plant there.

9. Perhaps earlier someone left

The crowd around, indifferent set.

And took refuge in mountains high

Where can live only the fearless kind.

10. May be all sages together meeting,

Had built a temple, where friendly were living.