Tho’ they do neigh – the metaphoric horses, Tho’ the far arrow, while fleeting, brings its hum, I see myself that life so clear and short is As that line on a surface of a palm. It is not large – the part of my life’s road, I am to pass before my final stay -- But my heart isn’t, with grief or fear, loaded And mind has what to think of on my way… Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April, 2001