A morn or an evening, a sun or a night – A fisherman black or a fisherman white. The world’s like a sea, and it seems oft to me That we, like some fish, swim in deeps of a sea. In worlds, like in seas, fishermen do not sleep, Preparing their nets and their hooks for a deep. With a hook of a day or a net of a night, The fisherman-time will draw me outside. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, June, 2001