Doubt
But what if I am not normal
With all the mysteries known for me?..
They are hidden in such flows
Which are known for chosen.
And I maybe one of those
For whom the roads are open?..
But how to explain to a blind man
A feeling so known from mother's womb?..
The shining of stars as eternity shot,
The glittering wisdom of fire?..
You either can see the scarlet dawn or not -
It's not a matter of desire.
But there is one thing that disturbs me --
who is more crippled: is it me or is it he?
He? - as I think that he is so low
As it looks from my soaring flight.
Or maybe that`s me? - because I don't know
his understanding of life...
Translaion from 1996