At early dawn, above a white roof’s ground, A beam appeared like the ear’s thin stem. This time is great and great is all around: Sun bears to world its face of golden flame. It calmly looks strait into eyes of people, As if each man were the firstborn of Earth: Don’t miss: when day and night will start to mingle, I’ll melt afar, not loosing golden blaze. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, June, 2001