Сердце Дракона - Путник 7
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И снова наступил холодный вечер,
Всё утонуло в сумрачной тоске.
А на небесной шахматной доске -
Подобны белым клеткам звёзды-свечи.
Под призрачным сиянием луны,
По пыльно-серой ленточке дороги
Идёт куда-то странник одинокий,
Идёт из очень дальней стороны.
Его изгнали из родного края,
Сказав, чтоб шёл он хоть на край земли,
Куда не залетали птичьи стаи,
Ничьи ещё где ноги не прошли.
Конечно, нестерпимо трудно было
Прощание с родимой стороной,
Но он ушёл, пока остались силы,
Чтоб отыскать тот край земли родной.
Где жизнь была по истинным канонам -
Смирения, любви и доброты,
А не по лживым жизненным законам,
В которых нет ни капли правоты...
И он теперь в изношенной одежде,
Минуя горы, реки, города,
Идёт, не зная, что его надежде
Не суждено уж сбыться никогда.
And the cold evening came again,
Everything was drowned in gloomy melancholy.
And on the heavenly chessboard -
Candle stars are like white cells.
Under the ghostly glow of the moon,
Along the dusty gray ribbon of the road
A lonely wanderer is going somewhere,
It comes from a very distant place.
He was expelled from his native land,
Having told him to go to the ends of the earth,
Where flocks of birds have not flown,
Nobody's legs have gone anywhere yet.
Of course, it was unbearably difficult
Farewell to my dear side,
But he left while he had strength left,
To find that edge of our native land.
Where was life according to the true canons -
Humility, love and kindness,
And not according to the false laws of life,
In which there is not an iota of rightness...
And now he's in worn out clothes,
Passing mountains, rivers, cities,
He goes, not knowing what his hope is
It's never destined to come true.
Everything was drowned in gloomy melancholy.
And on the heavenly chessboard -
Candle stars are like white cells.
Under the ghostly glow of the moon,
Along the dusty gray ribbon of the road
A lonely wanderer is going somewhere,
It comes from a very distant place.
He was expelled from his native land,
Having told him to go to the ends of the earth,
Where flocks of birds have not flown,
Nobody's legs have gone anywhere yet.
Of course, it was unbearably difficult
Farewell to my dear side,
But he left while he had strength left,
To find that edge of our native land.
Where was life according to the true canons -
Humility, love and kindness,
And not according to the false laws of life,
In which there is not an iota of rightness...
And now he's in worn out clothes,
Passing mountains, rivers, cities,
He goes, not knowing what his hope is
It's never destined to come true.