A farewell to the mountains
Down to cities, to cars, to the life, dull and bleak
We are getting ahead – as if losing the goals…
But we always come back from the mountain peak
Which we conquered and where we left our souls.
Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!
So many a hope, so many a song
Mountains rouse in us, begging us not to go,
But we always come back – for a break or for long
Since we have to return – it’s a must to do so.
Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!
Who would want to remain all alone in a fix?
Who would want to ignore his heart’s call, soft and tender?
But we always come back from the mountain peaks –
Even gods from the mountains sometimes descended…
Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!
© George Tokarev. Translation, 2001
Edited by Robert Titterton
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