Osip Mandelshtam's Silentium in new words with an old idea
Be silent, word! Do not be born
Do not crystallize in any dirty meaning
For nobody, but poet, hear you moan
Captured by the thought deceiving
Stretched skyward on a greedy lip
Yet, you have chance to come back undefeated
To birthplace on the first wave's tip
In depths in myriads repeated
My heart is pounding with a joy
The silence is a fugitive by cymbals
And kneeled on sand, I'm easily decoyed
By the beauty of the everlasting symbols.