Mikhail Godov - Unquenchable thirst of love…

Seems like the gift I hear your voice:
The art of note and speech around:
In Forerunner's mouth how did you sound!
How did you wake the hearts' rejoice!

And young and old were rise by feet,
And they were going under shells:
Rumor was like a furnace flames,
How did you kindle ardent heat!

The Christ, The Circe, Demosthenes,
Grand Opera, La Scala, Covent Garden…
The ship was lead right on the rigs so hardened,
When helmsman heard the Sirens' sing… —

You really have ambrosian treat!
But I love most your voice's being sweet…

My eyes! What's for your roaring crying?!
Why so much salt humidity in you?!
You didn't pass Butyrka, Gulags too…
Who is your punisher, who is defying?!

Oh, heart! Where do you rush tantivy?
By strike of sword it's felt such pain!
What kind of blood turns red… on paper's stain?
– Where is this dawdler doctor?! Hurry, do actively!

And why is my brain now so inflamed?
What woe does bother his poor mind?
His mind just cannot bear it, it's bind.
Like Hamlet I'm, by madness, tamed!

How can I overthrow tyranny power?!
That's what you've done to me – the fervor…

End of the battle, the fighting roar faded:
The last redoubts are yield to enemy —
Within some minutes everything was destined —
The scalade was so rampant and so dashing!

The hero fought with courage of the three
And being captured tried to break the tether:
His veins were swollen of such efforts! —
Such metaphors're tremendous as can be.

That's the result: defeated and so mean,
He was much calmer, than a little lamb:
Inside his nostrils they put rings
He went so humble behind them.

That one's insane, who once confronted feelings
I gave my all to you, no armour concealing…

The frantic flame was burning down
And fire tumbled as if in rage.
And not so less was all its power:
Each moment made it fade away.

As if a hungry wolf, it used to tear
All that it could get into its jaw,
And all was turning into smoke
With which the soul was seared…

Thus, everything burned down to ashes:
And there was left only some embers —
A gulp of water in the thimble:
Though ashes still so slightly glimmered…

I poked it – and it suddenly appeared:
The passion's burnt, but love is here

And poetry, and nature, and truelove… —
I have divided between you the year.
Look: all the words are feminine here:
For still with women I'm in love!

I'm serving them gratuitously:
I don't expect awards and otherness
Though, race female is such an abyss!
I'm ready sink into it happily:

To plunge in love, as to the pool, and then
To reach the shining, highest peaks
And languish with the timeless thirst…
This is the real lot for men!

No other greater thing! I've be won:
The rank «enamored» the highest one!

As witness love itself I call,
And I devote all thoughts to her alone,
I feel it in my heart and bones,
I live in world only her all!

Afloat she'll keep me,
The time I sink into her arms,
The time I step on the abyss's edge for harms
When live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy…

I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love,
Those vain desires a ridiculous crowd
And to her knees ardently bowed,
And kissing her, and foot above…

As witness love itself I call,
I live in world only her all!

To go out dry of water:
It is not possible to play:
You have to pay for all this anyway
But you can't count the moves in advance like author.

What's at the door? – Touch it, come in!
There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait!
There happiness like bird is beating in the grate!
Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering.

Should you have something or shouldn't worry?
For possession itas loss, which you can see…
So are you ready pay such fee?! —
To mad and dare you're to hurry!

Let for love reward the pain of separation:
For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations!

Neither sparkle's jewels' glows:
Emerald, brilliant and sapphire;
Nor masters' diligent labor in fire,
Weaving miracle clothes;

Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing,
Which gives the tenderness to skin;
No couturier's famous work must be,
Nor hairdressers' tryings;

Nor bathing in the pink bathtub
Among the petals carnations' and roses'
And neither spirits any narcosis,
Nor brow's being arched and dub —

Do not multiply so fascinating
Like look that's Love's pacification!

Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling,
For what the coquette gives feigning game,
And anything to have for someone is not shame
That's suddenly and rashly costs propelling,

What's just a whim for man's being rich,
And any vain and absurd whim,
And any shameful sinful seem
(For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech),

Any desires, furious agility, it means,
And career, deal, success and treason —
Everything on earth has its price and reason:
For money you can buy all things…

But nightingales don't sing for money:
And you can't buy true love's the moment honey!

The passion's madness can obscure mind,
And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight:
But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights,
The passion in the mind you cannot find!

So putting people into frantic temptation,
And passion's life mindlessly spends for small mite
And tears flow down the pillow during midnight
In mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean…

Love, like a precious vase,
Keeps divine drink itself:
Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself,
It just goes back to the highest phase!

And love and passion always bound:
Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found…

Languishing, willing and be getting crazy,
To lose your mind from your mad passion
And gasping madly from happiness flashing:
I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing!

Love ramblings and frenzy of passion —
Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather…
But passion subdues all by cruel power whether:
You do not dare to argue back to her expression…