Love has no sense if kept distantly

Поэтический перевод произведения «Любовь не живёт расстоянием»
автор исходника на русском языке – [Мудрый Кот]


I know that not all is perceptible by strength or by solid consistency.
A man can be proven he’s capable by facts of his speechless persistency.
I’m silent, as well, being broken to my temples by merciless memory,
Where each fallen bell tower keeps its due, and bleeds my inside like the emery.

I’m labelled as well by the restlessness; I don’t count the nights, but fatalities,
Where souls, once observed in eventlessness, depart for celestial localities.
And if through the prayers you take the time to save it from pitch-black obscurity,
Then I will embattle it by the mime; the heart for attack asks no surety.

Not all that’s in pain will be ground to junk; not all burnt to ash is a dust at all.
And love does not end in a windmill trunk, no fates, and no loops lived through, big or small.
We both make a plea to the Lord up high, not us to protect from the deadly storm,
But those who have grown into us for aye, becoming our happiness’ root and norm.

And if one fine day makes it viable of all that is said from the skies above,
My heart may be filled up and flyable, unechoed from loss, being quiet of...
Where someone, departed for latency, becomes neither wounding nor shadiness,
He turns to invisible agency, bestowed upon us with its readiness.

By then I will fathom consistently; the journey of ours wasn’t running wild:
And love has no sense if kept distantly—a vestige behind that;s in heaps compiled..