Mikhail Godov - Unquenchable thirst of love…

Then soul of mine will be deserted
Like empty stage with went down curtain…

Each thing's subject to rhythm returning
The clothes, tune and poet's lines
If not for them, much harder could be life
Like that of warrior with no tunic

The bottle of wine and the ale barrel
You cannot fill beyond the brim,
By winter fall the leaves of sallow
And even Edem's too small for Eve

Now all the heirs of Procrustes
Would like to put me in the pencil case
My bones they're breaking, very crusty
But only soul they cannot chase.

It is like aeon, all embracing
But with no love it has no basing!

Things have their cost, it's known
In dollars, euros, cheques and cash.
Thing have become so wiery, monotone,
The ghost of lucre is turning all to ash

I guess that is no place for bargain,
Where hate and envy're mixed with greed.
For me such life is very small and tangled
I'm used to other count, another creed.

And casting off the profits of transaction
Which boil in one's soul and blood
I never buy the fame or admiration,

My Lord, such fate can be the true attraction:
To pay for love with coins of affection!

Yes, beauty is so multi-faced,
So multifold and so diverse
So evidently evanescent,
Ingenious and so plain

The pattern of the maple leave
And ornament on crystal goblet… —
The soul was craving for each droplet,
And were yearning the eyes and lips.

In the daylight or dream so fluid
Descended slowly from the skies
The earthborn women, said so lucid:

Just touch my lips with lips of yours
In love all beauty now occurs!

The universe of Love to bear
Isn't easy for the most of us.
It's easier with Gavroche's glair
To keep on go wearing the junks

But even if the dignity you show
Can't cover even your dress suit
You soul, which is almost gone,
Bereft of love your beggar's rout!

All your attempt are good for nothing
And all your luck is just in vain
The circle of life where you keep running
Where all you courage's senseless strain

But sense in each thing can be found
While entering love's endless current!

I pray to smoke-blue bush of lilac
I pray to apple-tree in bloom
I worship Lord's ingenious findings
And glorify the beauty's grove.

The beauty, clear and pristine
That tempts us through the centuries
Like lady's precious memory
Like lovely eyelids flickering

Like Rose's scent so fragrant.
Oh, flight of butterfly, so frail!
For me you always will be sacred
Soul always looks for beauty's trail

The whole world it can roll down
But love is still its only crown!

The harvest time is now near…
Ripe fruit are hanging from the tree
In hands of your entirely giving
Themselves, so generous, as can be.

With yellow wax shine garden pears.
And apples're burning like the flame.
They turn to me and soul's embarrassed,
They now have so much to tell

About something long-awaiting,
About something so concealed,
About the endless, never fading
About life, about myself…

I fell the rhythm of universe
And the love's essence so inmost…

The beauty has become my faith:
My pray to Her is endless.
It is for Her I'll put on chains
And step on pilgrim's path

It's before Her on my knees I'll bow
At Her virtuous holy things,
Where the clearest water's falling down
With sagebrush like honey, bitter-sweet,

Where lilies gleam so white, so far away,
The haystacks smell so fine
Yes, beauty is my faith
And the Woman is divine!

All worship is entirely for her,
None kind of beauty is inmost that more!

This is secret, so luring and burning
This is marvelous centuple oval
This is tender and ardent smile,
Which, due to fate's inconceivable turnings

Tempting us with the lust that still lasts
Curing us as a goblet of balm
In the soul tender flowing chant
The concord of the skies consonance:

Carefully drafted, sculpted and carved
Some greatest artist, with true inspiration
All this heavenly grace incarnation
In each women I hoped to find

All this grace for entire immersion
In Love's light, in my inner devotion!

From lovely lips reproach's not a reproach
Although it hurts more painfully and deeper.
But bitter words for you I will not search
And hit the target with my shot so meanly.

Hard feelings will not shade my eyes.
And anger won't take unawares my mind.
My heart won't be deceived with tone hostile
Won't quench in soul the love song sound.

I used to be much easier to hurt
But since that time I things have changed a lot
God give the blessing for the ones in love
And teach them to forgive, and seek forgiveness!

For penance isn't derogation, is this?
Thus faith expects the blessing from above…

To feel eventually love's fever
In all your blood, in all your cells,
So, that you soul's entirely speechless
And take the life as gift you can't expel

To give yourself completely in response
Like Romeo and Juliette, every instant
Trouveres, poets and you, minstrels!
Your love was strong without repose

Shakespeare, Ronsard, Petrarka, Dante
How wonderfully love was elegized
Like Rafael's' divine and pure art
Talent of Love, so high and so sacred

Oh, Lord, just give me such a blessing
In love with love to bring Her my confessing!

And here I see the large tenth-bared jaw…
Oh, how such a vision is disgusting
Here's a though, inside my mind it grows
That «power» is the predator, so lusty.

When torturing of victims, strength and power,
Still hiding beast's appearance under guise
It, even if at scandalous expiry
It keeps on stealing, keeps on telling lies.

And there is no darker deed than this
And there is the greatest of misfortunes
More scary than the virus, is the greed
Of power, in its uncontrolled disorder.

The power rests on mud and blood
And only power of love
I praise…