Windows

Поэтический перевод собственного стихотворения «Окна»

Every soul’s a window,
Opening to view:
One is bright with melting snow,
One is dark and blue.

Third one - night with falling stars,
Fourth one weeps with rain.
Fifth one hides its secret scars,
Dreams that end in pain.

Number six is locked away,
Sealed without a key.
Seventh weaves its rivers grey,
Lost in mystery.

Eight is burning in the heat,
Scorching, fierce, and dry.
Nine rejects with bitter beat,
Your soul begins to cry.

– What if they should look inside,
Gazing into you?
– Let them see, I will not hide,
Here’s what they’ll find true:

Golden rays of morning sun,
Starlight soft and near.
Blush of dawn when day’s begun,
Evening songs so clear.

Snow that falls in gentle streams,
Rain that heals the land.
Meadows glowing, harvest dreams,
Peace within your hand.

Blood that sparkles, burning bright,
Springtime’s living flame.
Love that lifts the darkest night,
Dreams that set aflame.

Children’s laughter, clear and pure,
Tears like waterfalls.
Glory, failure, both endure, -
Life embraces all.

Golden deserts, endless seas,
Depths where secrets hide.
Silver threads of wisdom’s peace,
Spring remains inside.

Now, my friend, take time to see,
Look within your soul.
Tell me, what lives deep in thee,
What will make you whole?