Men, every morn we are waking and laughing, Knowing not what will bring us this day. When day has come, we are swearing and huffing; Look! Here is coming an evening again. Day, going out, robs us of our treasures – Strength and good bravery – our main… And we are left with maturity senseless – As with a burka, put on after rain. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, June, 2001