I prayed in the temple of Balmont in Iran,
I prayed in the temple of his in Peru,
In India gods explained all about Agni,
In Mexico I go to pyramids too.
And I see that people are raising their hands up,
they glorify fire and ptaise its sweet game,
And their eyes and souls are full of joy, wonder,
An overworld country they see - that's the best.
The swallow appeared, declaring the first love,
She confessed to Balmont and the whole world,
The temple of nature - to praise it she called him,
The swallow appealed - he loves the Russian home.
What bliss is his chanting, the Names of the planet,
affectionate Essence, the heart grows up,
The saint proclamation increasing inside you -
An immortal point, whose life can never die.
I am in his temple - and I can imagine:
Above - multifaceted, beautiful, wide,
Inside dusk is cozy, peace is warm and ample,
It's hot and is seething like the stream of life.