A. Krongauz

Into cosmos go the brave lads – 
To find secrets of the Mother Nature.
And geologists drill through the sands
In a search of mystery that’s captured
By the earthly levels, thick and hard.
Only none would say, without rapture,
That one knows secrets of the heart.

We’ll access stars of the heavens’ vault,
Having enough strengths for such solutions,
But our mind isn’t simpler than the world:
Millions brain’s cells and convolutions.
How many has it hidden beams,
How many has it hidden dreams
And inventions – who will know all that?
Maybe none and never in the world
Would be able to fulfill this work…
Maybe, somewhere, that will do a poet.                                          


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, June, 2001