Vadim Shefner

Love leads you through the deserts fierce,
And through the mountains upright,
It does not cool in windy winters,
And does not fear of a height;

Sometimes, would turn back from a slope,
Gaily directing to far plain,
Or wound, after giving hope,
And doesn’t permit you to complain.

Wherever were you to or out
It always leads – and you behind, --
Not this love, you already found,
But that one, you shall never find.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April, 2001