A. Kafanov

At early dawn, above a white roof’s ground,
A beam appeared like the ear’s thin stem.
This time is great and great is all around:
Sun bears to world its face of golden flame. 

It calmly looks strait into eyes of people,
As if each man were the firstborn of Earth:
Don’t miss: when day and night will start to mingle,
I’ll melt afar, not loosing golden blaze. 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, June, 2001