The Red Letters on the Ice

Farewell, do not forget, do not blame,
for now I am starting my race.
Cinnabar for me is aflame.
Blood on my snow is ablaze.

The holy, abandoned place.
The bushes in sunset glow.
I cannot slow down my pace,
my temperature cannot drop low.

Nor I can wear out on my race:
my bell is to ring from now on!
Sunk in the snow, I'll retrace
the burden of lead being gone.

But sinking I won't ever drown:
My bell will perennially ring.
Here, in the frost, on the run
I'm turning right now into spring.

A ferruginous shed on the plain,
which is empty and snowbound and vast...
Farewell, don't forget and don't blame:
I am fusing with the azure and the rust.

The holy, abandoned place.
I see on the opposite shore
(throuh the layer of blizzard and haze) -
a blaze and an opened door.

And so, moving faster than a jet
to the frost of the ever-night,
“Farewell, don't blame and don't forget '-
I whisper to you in my flight.

I'm near the bridge, so don't blame
that I won't ever come back again.
To the end I'll protect you - I claim,
for my energy can't ever drain!

On the glaring snow-white crust -
the heart of my cinnabar bled.
Farewell, don't forget me and trust:
I am able to melt all the lead!

Having bled, having tasted the gore,
I'm now warmer, I'm reaching the aim.
Letting the spring in the door,
it's mercury - what I became.

Farewell, don't forget and don't resent:
I won't die for I have now a clue:
Turned into steam I ascend -
to the height of the orange and the blue!

Farewell. Love forever. Goodbye.
I'll wait for you near the doorframe.
The trouble will pass you by -
for Mercury - is my name.

Оригинал: http://stihi.ru/2019/01/07/5026