The Departed

Based  on the poem
«Сквозь скорбь»
I have made a translation.


They leave us — those we truly love,
Who are so dear, whom we hold above.
They were our strength, our guiding light,
And grief within whispers in the night.

But we do know: they’re still nearby,
Watching over us, though we can’t see.
May their new path be calm and high,
Welcomed with grace in realms to be.

They guide us still, from far away,
Showing the way through dark and day.
No need for tears — it pains them so;
Through loss and sorrow, stronger we grow.

We love them all, we keep them near,
In memory’s fold, forever dear.
The light within our souls won’t fade,
A beacon bright for those who’ve strayed.

The ache of loss will fade with time,
Just memories linger, soft and fine,
Of what once was, of spring’s sweet bloom,
Drifting beyond the sunset’s gloom.

A new day comes with hope anew,
Believe it will bring fortune true.
To plan the dawn, to breathe its grace,
From start to end — the day will embrace.

07.06.26