I'Ve Got a Body and What Can I Do By Osip Mandelstam

I’ve got a body and what can I do? It is so one, so mine, it is so true. Who should I thank, tell me, and who did give Me quite joy to breathe, quite joy to live? I am the gardener, I’m the flower, yes, I’m not alone in cave of world, I guess. And there’s my breath, I see, there is my warmth On glass of eternal, they lie on it, of course. The pattern’ll be imprinted on the glass Unrecognizable since now, I must confess, Let moment flows and drains, it doesn’t hurt, I know, dear pattern can’t be ever blurred. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam