"There Is A Song..."

There is a song in the sea waves, 
A concord -- in the spats of nature,
And a reed, by a tune of rustle captured,
In the flood of music gently sways.

Here all obtains a vital bid, 
A full accordance reigns in nature,
Just in the pseudo-freedom's rapture
We feel at large discord with it.

From where did this disorder fling?
And why, O Lord, in a strain that.s common,
Has soul a difference its own,
With a tune that a reed and a sea a-sing.      

Why, on the earth and the farthest star,
The voices crying in the barrens --
The souls' desperate rebellions --
Have no answers so far? 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 1995