Aleksandr Blok

Do not entrust all roads yours
To the unfaithful, immense crowd:
It�ll smash your castle with rough force,
And quench light of your temple, proud.

He�s single to bear his hard cross
Whose spirit is unmoved in rightness,
His fire on high hills he burns,
And breaks a curtain of the darkness.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2002