Australia. You are a sweet, serene haven...

Australia. You are – a sweet, serene haven.
Tranquil and gentle as the morning sun.
Untouched by wars, nor evil.
Akin to an early light through an open window.

In destiny of mine, you are a light, warm ray.
With your orchards and gardens of Eden.
A soul’s refuge in prayer.
Harmony, coinciding with reverie.

I love you for the peace I found.
For the years of you have given me.
And the rekindled homesickness
For my beloved country.

Thank you for lovingly accepting me.
Thank you for the dear friends.
Thank you for protection of children.
And tears of happiness.

Australia. You are a light dawn.
And I- a lacerated bird.
I am praying to God at the alter
For the homeland I see in my sleep.

I only need to shut my eyes.
For the angels to carry me away
Where sleeps the dropping vine.
And in the hayfield, the whisper of the grass.

Where grows the bitter wormwood.
Where fear and marvel replenished with hearsay.
Saints appearing from the wilderness.
And children’s crying heard above the domes.

In tears I pray for my homeland.
Inhaling your intoxicated incense.
I hope, I pray for happy life.
Burn, burn my icon lamp…


2006.
Australia.