Time! I did stride with you as equal one. I was with you your cruel tempest middle, With you I counted in silence, full of harm, Whom death considered as her legal people. Just from a flame – and into battle again, From battle – with all – again, into a fire… Then why can’t you forgive me, Time, that I am Not always rushing at your merry vein. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001