July Picture

Written by: Aleh Barysau

The Moon's disc of an orange colour
an` unmoved clouds look like a fringe – 
there hangs a July midnight picture
and twinkles on the walls the dark.

Where are you, our unseen artist? 
While never-ending supplication      
you put a canvas on your easel, 	 
unheard invisible creator.  

You're here after day's disorder 
establish beauty in the world –  
you ever take bright colours softly 
and throw them into emptiness.
                                                                                                   
As if it is a fortune's hostage –
a prisoner waits for his death –
at the eternity there stands the tripod,
there shines the Moon, and wax there burns.


(translated from Russian)

My page on a Russian site: http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/boreaus

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