For William Butler
Horseman was not far away
Run away across empty fields
Towards the one and only mountain
Under his coat - lonely heart
Corns bow down over the ground
Peasants inclined to the corns
Heaven made deep bow to the Sun
What did you create me for, oh God
Maybe to make me give the horseman
Permission for everything
Suffering reaches me
But you don’t see it
You are sure of your victory
I came to the poet
They call you like that, my brother
I’ve stood near your grave
How miserable we are
I wept in my soul
for the world I have closed my eyes only
My papers thrills in my hand
I write, my brother
Hopeless my job, I know
Support my yearning
We both know, we have gone completely mad
Even God will not catch us
Although he sends us a horseman to chase us
To whom we bow from the sky
Well, poems are duplication of longing
Funny fulfillment of heavens will
We stay side by side
Free from all suspicion
SinceWe know God gave to everybody else fields and meadows
sunsets, happy notes, gliding birds
thirsty madcap God has got for us only
Madman on a wild horse
Gasping demonstratively to our ears
He gave us frightened horse too
Who will destroyed us
If we don’t run away
If it is poetry – please take away it from me
Give me calm dreams, instead
Our hearts are small from longing
They are deep blue from sorrow
One word without any hope
We will never be fulfilled
You know, we both have personal accounts here
Meadows, grass and the only one mountain
And a coarse horseman
We can cheat and describe everything precisely
We know God has mixed our souls
he deliberately gave
you – a woman
me – a man
none of them will rescue our hands
Even they immerse us in non-existence
You was happier than me
Don’t deny
You won a woman of your heart
Your dream, your suffering
Horseman is not far away
I feel his coat on my shoulders
Heathers in my hair in sudden autumn
Our wordless meditation
Full of tears
We pray to our loves in every breath
We stay side by side
Free from all suspicion
How much more can we take
How much will we understand
You give me the sign, my brother
Words are spells
Your woman goes across the meadow
You can touch her coat, she will turn back to you
My man looks at the evening sky
He is unaware of my existence
My dream, my suffering
Horseman is not far away
He runs away across the fields
Towards the one and only mountain
Under his coat – my lonely heart
