Stars and years,
Faces and shadows,
Round-dancing dreams,
Gordian knots.
With every minute
Of our fleeing from paradise.
I am forgetting,
We are forgetting.
That our Great Lord -
Is a little boy.
The Almighty Lord -
Just a little boy.
The Supreme Lord -
Is a little boy.
The Defenseless Lord...
Drunken arguments,
Emotional turmoil,
Lustful looks,
Fear of punishment.
While out in the field
A step away from the precipice -
A little boy
And no one will play with him.
And he is our Great Lord -
This little boy.
The Almighty Lord -
This crying boy.
The Supreme Lord -
This lost boy.
The Defenseless Lord...
And night after night, tossing in delirious dreams
I rasp as I float away in drunken sweat
And I run, run across the field.
He is all alone in the darkness,
On an empty shore
I will come, my little one, I will help,
I'm coming, I'm close
I will be there soon.
And the great light shone
And light separated from darkness
A flood of planets appeared
And the sun's heat,
And the moon's shine
And animal species followed one another
As they inhabited the earth
From its freezing heights
To its nether depths.
And this world and these dreams
And the universe's wondrous sphere
Lay in the palm of our hand, like a humble gift
And what have we done?
a translation by Artem Portnoy
