(This is my poetic translation of Irina Krymova's poem)
At times our fate is so relentless:
It gives no hints on given trails,
Not where the valley vastly stretches,
But where the flinty path prevails.
We felt our ways, each day a-trying,
To clear wreckage in our fates,
In search of self all stress defying,
In crucifixion burden’s days.
Life taught: just stamina, commitment,
Will help to beat the given trail,
There are hardships, but they’re a figment,
Go fighting for your fortune’s sail.
Life’s off the X, and with new edges,
It shines, and rushing with your might,
You’ll see, it ushers open pledges
That you have seized the way of right.
The way of yours
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2024
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