Перевод на английский язык стихотворения из книги С. Лукьяненко "Чистовик":
When I was madly wasting force
At the edge of death,
An angel sent me by the Lord
Made me observe his strength.
His eyes of other world are strict,
Obey the order from above.
Without feeling pain or need
The angel’s never been in doubt.
I’m just a human trapped by flesh,
I’m weak; I’m not a perfect creature.
But the perfection can’t attract,
If it’s not gained by work and efforts.
They must work hard, my heart and mind,
In faults and grief, humiliation,
As even a stigmatic slave
Can feel in soul an inspiration.
I’d rather like both pain and ash,
And rare bitter bliss,
Than being an immortal slave
Of either Lord or imps.
Чистовик
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