Fatigue is crawling through my bones, as the deadly snake. My game is lost - but I do not care - it’s not a mistake. And spirit of mine is staying calm while any speed, No chills are felt - and I have nothing to succeed. And love doesn’t squeeze my hungry throat as before - No nerves pain - they are not painful anymore. My nerves are hanging as the oldest anchor’s rope, And I don’t really feel approach any hope. I’m riding horse - Just push me - I’ll be gone, I will never tell “No” to anyone... And could water will not irritate my teeth, And I don’t rush my life - I don’t wait any kiss, My bow is thrown far with rotten blown cord - All broken arrows in fire - and no new chord And I don’t fight and don’t resist - I’m just intact, I’m not inspired of any facts of attack. I don’t accept any exited crazy men, They jump in pool - but I don’t really care of them. I’m riding horse - Just push me - I’ll be gone, I will never tell “No” to anyone... And I don’t want to clarify, to make a change - No tighten knots - and no any exchange. All dull corners unknowingly will be passed - No sharp angles were expected in the past. And any memory will not case spirit’s pain - Nobody persuades, no inspiration is seen again. And my clear memory doesn’t need to be reboot - No expectations bother me, neither my boots. I’m riding horse - Just push me - I’ll be gone, I will never tell “No” to anyone... No pain in wounds, no any aching scars - Sterile bandages are covering them all. And you do not feel soreness at the any parts - Exposed no dreams, no thoughts, no issues overall. The sculptor will not image any my profile - No shoots for me, no hanging, and no any file - I’m resting colorless, as opened window - As a linen sheet, I am quietly flattering above. I’m riding horse - Just push me - I’ll be gone, I will never tell “No” to anyone... And philosophy’s stone search I’d to quite, As well the Root of Life - co’s ginseng has been found. And I don’t try, don’t tremble and do not succeed, And I don’t attempt to target any bound. And gravity my body overcomes - My loop is high - and new my life just comes, My heart is beating, tightening my knot - It’s time to go there - where is only “not”. I’m riding horse - Just push me - I’ll be gone, I will never tell “No” to anyone...
© Dmytro Bryushkov. Translation, 2012