O. Savich

My anguish? Who dared complain
That I am suffering? But later – 
After light, flame and winning battle
Will come my time to pine again.

A woe is deeper than an ocean,
It presses us for ages whole,
And there’s men’ slavery, men’ dole.
In world, there’s no greater commotion!

There are the mountains in a distance.
We’ve to ascend them with a goal
To understand with our soul
Who sends to us the death-deliv’rance. 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, February, 2003