Along the cliff, above the abyss, at the edge of narrow passage. I am lashing running horses with a whip in crazy racing... Not enough for me fresh air swallow mist, drink wind, despaired, Feeling pain inside my body, doomed to die - I am not prepared! Slower, slower dear horses a bit slower, I pray! Do not obey - whips - they always betray! But only horses I have got are fastidious Leave no chances for me to sing songs and remain. I shall water my horse Couplet sing with all force Single moment of joy At the edge - Iíll enjoy!.. If I perish storm and water blow away my tiny object And on sledge I - at full gallop - be transferred FROM to - Nowhere You, I beg, my dear horses move me slowly - not as always It will give me longer moment stay with you not hurry There! Slower, slower dear horses a bit slower, I pray! Whip and lash canít dictate how to Live But only horses l have got are fastidious Give no chance to die old or at least complete song. I shall water my horse Couplet sing with all force Single moment of joy At the edge - Iíll enjoy!.. We came on time, as when invited - you canít be late as guests for heaven! Why is the angel singing then so blue and angry - voice like lemon? Or may be itís the silver bell was also quick to weep me over? Or may be Me, who cries to horse to stop to run and go now slower? Slower, slower dear horses a bit slower, I pray! Beg your galloping run - to delay But only horses Iíve got - are fastidious! If no chance to die old, then at least finish song! I shall water my horse Couplet sing with all force Single moment of joy At the edge-Iíll enjoy!..
© Alexander Spiridonov. Translation, 2022