It’s great sometimes, whether willingly or unwillingly,
Escape from city life into the depths of the forests,
Forget counting your days and the measured ticking of the clock,
To the anxieties and labors of non-sacrificial pain,
With my thoughts, with myself alone
Concentrate, stop for a while
Our life is artificial, shake off the burden of worries,
Nature’s simple life is completely to live…
Breathe all the bliss of summer or spring days,
Take refuge in the greenery, under the thick foliage,
Lazy, blissful, lying in the damp grass,
Under the song of forest birds, under the noise of external harmonies
And internal. Then the soul, awakening in us,
One will involuntarily adapt to the general, wondrous order,
And she feels light, fresh, joyful and at peace,
And the universe will speak to her immediately, –
Just be able to understand!.. Just have an ear and an eye,
Deny yourself for a while
And transform yourself into contemplation, into prayer, –
Poetry is close, faith is not far!
First by warehouses, then read boldly
In the eternal charter, in the book of the universe;
And rejoice in the gifts of holy understanding.
But don’t turn your gaze to dead writings,
Do not print out any letters or magazines…
Forget both light and age!.. Open only occasionally
Selected poets are allowed to live
In a high society of immortal ideals.
And having refreshed my heart and rested my soul,
The thinker and poet will return to the noise of the capital
To the work begun, to your usual struggle
Stronger, more powerful, a fighter, ready for battle! Sent by comrade Nikolay Sh.
