10. Wise day begins from sunrise time,
The sage thinks the first thought fine.
Who can give good advice? —
It’s only the man whose thoughts are wise!
1. Some words about the book I must say.
How people live without the book can?
Who thought of the first sheet of paper white,
Then first blank verse had begun to write?
2. We don’t know… poet did too little live.
Time can’t all themes keep.
Soon people were forgetting it…
And never did remember the first-born song.
3. Somebody joins in a refrain in mind
And good idea will be living. Fight!
Poetry must fight its way,
To fight alone from day to day.
4. Too seldom people are meeting verse,
Without arrogance, with beauty sense.
Don’t understand, what he wanted say
A simple man, who is a poet called, is one of them.
5. Which kind of feeling inspires to write.
What said the people long ago of light.
Or said about fate and the fateful one,
Or maybe wrote thoughts about the shining Sun.
6. We can’t know… What a pity!
Perhaps first man had been too needy
Of words, which can support at the time
When fortune leaves. Where consolation to find?
7. If single can’t man console oneself
Who may him help, when people sell…
The only song, or blank verse some, —
If wisdom is in the book, then all is fine.
8. This author thankworthy, give him good thanks!
In adversity he was living, – unhappy fate’s
When is not wise the book, that can help us, —
It’s only white sheet, of no help thus.
9. On the white sheet blank verse you’ll write.
Some day somebody will take in mind
Your thoughts, which can help them in life.
It is beyond sufferance, we said, but why?
10. In life all possibly! Must people say,
How much good is the book, showing the way.
Which kind you chose? In future look, —
Perhaps the best of all – the Bible Book?!
1. In eventide is heard a tender song.
Who sings, perhaps it’s the sunbeam on the run,
Which had left last after other rays,
And wants to give the gift to people of sense.
2. A sunny day was leaving us,
Sunset is beautiful, it grants
A little ray, which can sing a song,
But not all may hear it fine.
3. The song too silent is, and never
The earless can be hearing.
Man must be all ears, if wants
To give ear to the last rays warm.
4. Too difficult to gain the ear of man,
When doesn’t want to hear song, which sings for him the ray.
About its subject how will he know —
What may we understand? It is high above!
5. Perhaps can help us the open heart,
And we shall understand it means what?
Why is leaving always the little ray
What for in the darkness it should remain?
6. When comes on earth a darkling night,
Some people are afraid and wait for
Sunrise… Is it sun-worship? – No!
They simply very much love the twin souls.
7. For them remain these tender rays,
For people they sing a song for days.
To help it leaves the shining Sun,
For the soul it sings the heartfelt song.
8. When not a ray of hope to see
Bright day, when clear-cut all things,
Somebody feeling then too depressed
And looking for anyone for him to be helped.
9. During the day all people are together,
They meet, work, always busy.
But majority single stay in the night, —
They don’t love ever the eventide.
10. Them helps the sky with sunny rays.
For everyone are sent the friends.
They are invisible… Only the song
Testifies to the love-worthy Sun!
1. Some people don’t like any advice,
Someone likes to give to others few words wise.
