From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
    All joy - in the past, irretrievable and evanescent   
   But in the present - prosperity and despair.   
   The heart is tired and thirsts in fire at sunset   
   Of love and passion - it's lured by freedom from care.   
      
   The heart is tired of prosperity's narrow confines,   
   It's in despair, in chains, in complete distress...   
   Despairs to dream, and to trust, and in darkened numbness   
   It pulses with sadness, in cast of laziness...   
      
   And life charms and conjures, and with the trail   
   Of family weekdays lures somewhere...   
   To heart's chagrin: it fears with its betrayal   
   To end its prosperity in sunset hour.   
      
   It is empowered with motherhood and with loyalty,   
   It fears to leave his loved ones like piteous orphans...   
   But there's no unison, and it beats in loneliness   
   And life passes, and it might tear the cold coffin.   
      
   Oh heart, oh heart! Salvation is in your madness!   
   While you can burn and beat, burn and keep beating!   
   Sin braver! May do-gooder come way of mummies:   
   In sin - oblivion! And there - no bullet or rail can reach me!   
      
   You're loved, sick heart! You're loved, loved all out!   
   Love in response! In greeting! Yes, love in ardor!   
   And be at peace: Live - rightly! And vanquish doubt!   
   Be joyful, heart: You're young! Beat loud and harder!   
      
   By Igor Severyanin   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)