When curtains of house fall down, And the lamps' mitigating light Makes peaceful all shadows around, I hear the song of delight. I needn't the astonishing glow, The beauty and great of the sky. A curtain, fall down, fall low! The world, go out and fly! I have here my books -- lines and letters, And here my meter plays... And I know the sweet of the fetters In deeps of the prisons-caves! Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 2000