My verse about This World

 

This world is a great enigma to me.
Just like a school task with two unknowns.
A wrinkle between a wiseman's eyebrows,
And like the Mariana Trench abyss.
This world is of dark-blue colour to me,
The same as the very heart of the Universe.
In eternal dispute of Light and Darkness
It's like a manuscript which is immortal,
Wisdom that hasn't disappeared in fires.
There are happiness, tears of grief,
Child's innosence, old man's experience, 
Our fathers' thoughts, our mothers' love.
Wars and misfortunes shake this world,
And every continent suffers from pain.
Is absolute happiness what we deserve?
And what's our life role we've got to play?
To be pathfinders perceiving the truth,
To light up these skies with a brand-new star?
Are we to live fast or to burn ourselves
Like our ancestors in the flow of times?
Memory moves this world which remains
Young and ancient like Death and Life.
And here a human's soul is so restless,
As it wants to break free flying up to the sky.
Rage of storms and serene moonlight, 
Your soul aspires to unite them both
In this cruel and paradise-beautiful world
Where life's full of pain - full of joy - and so bright.

 

(translated from my Russian verse written in 2006, very close to the sense and rhythm of the original)