The match, that just was lighted, A halo of pure gold, The one, who had united Light with Dark in World. Short, not worth the mention Time’s, but it contains, Insubordination To all colds and rains. Nights are longer ours, But a blissful sight: There’s a little house With a light inside. On crossroads lingers Darkness from each side, But a hut of fingers Sheds a feeble light. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 2002