In Short By Vera Polozkova Translation
I've come to old man Berber who's grey-haired and skinny
To solve problems that I'm tortured with.
"I see, my son, that through you beams hot light as you breathe
But you are not his owner, silly.
Dread muddy waters and medals for your own labor,
Guard the dragon, dove and rose flower.
You see, all these people around you... how they tower
Hells, show it may not be so. Savior.
Remember that no foreign war, vicious talk of you,
Greedy as she-wolf evil illness -
Nothing scarier than prison of your head's stillness
Would ever ever happen to you."
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