ну чтож, мы тут про любовь говорили, про борьбу говорили и ещё поговорим...

[greya]

а пока вот про них вместе -

When in love,
Do not become the moon.
If you can,
Come as the sun.
I’ll take its heat
And light up the dark forest.

When in love,
Do not become the river.
If you can,
Come as the flood.
I’ll carry its passion
And break the dams of despair.

When in love,
Do not become a flower.
If you can,
Come as the thunder.
I’ll lift its roar to my breast
And send forth the battle-cry to every corner.

When in love,
Do not become a bird.
If you can,
Come as the storm.
I’ll borrow its force
And destroy the palace of sin.

The moon,
The river,
The flower,
The stars
The birds –
We can look for them later.
But today,
In this darkness
The last battle is yet to be fought.
What we need now in our hovel
Is – Fire.

Murari Mukhopadhyay

Comments

[evilworder.livejournal.com]

слова не труд, слова не в счет, поэт на деле враль. и плут. и дом его - корчма. (ц)

[greya.livejournal.com]

"и календарь не врет, и впрямь повсюду тьма, и смысла нет стремиться вдаль..." бе-бе-бе