And still I have not grasped,
and still I do not see
if world is passing me
or somehow I went past.

The past began to spark
and glimmer, like a dream.
And the important dates
someone has marked for me.

The world is full of hopes –
a pond that does not crease.
This kingdom will pass with
no punishments or oaths.

translated by oksana maksymchuk

the original poem