Unquenchable thirst of love…. Михаил Годов

      I long for passion to be shared

      And still I suffer all this thirst

      It's so insatiable. I dare

      To reach love's temple, so inmost

      Pray to your eyes, your silhouette

      And deepest secret of the wame

      I pray as restlessly as that

      Naivety's in all I say.

      I pray insanely, without measure

      I'm whispering to you each sentence.

      Love is the only creed I treasure —

      I tell in worship and entrancement!

      I long to melt with you in it

      So our prayer'll be complete.

      A pilgrim, philosopher, free-liver and poet

      Enamored of ladies and art,

      I've been living here forever, I know it,

      Though now life of mine seems to start.

      This world is so cruel, so wicked and fierce,

      Where sweat with the blood flows down.

      But God's in my heart, that is known to exist,

      And people would name it Love.

      Yes, if not for it, what's the reason for me

      To enter this world, to be born?!

      The cover of treachery, scary to see

      Was not meant by me to be worn.

      No, life is a miracle, growing above

      The blood and the tears – the sprouts of love!

      Here are again love's traps and tricks

      Predicting them is not so easy.

      Which stranger's face can love depict:

      Of meretrix or the Mona Lisa?

      And even if you're duke of Guise

      Even if you're as smart as a whip

      Then all the same the lovely whims

      You will fulfill and act likewise:

      Along the ledge you'll go, so pleasing

      And sign so tender serenades,

      And kiss her footprints and her shade

      In Paris, London, or in Piza…

      Amour, you'll finally take your crop

      Love is the thing you can't fend off.

      I'm finally given to my love

      As I am given to the tune

      And I am yielding to the tune.

      As I am yielding to my love,

      For love and melody in me —

      Integrally they live and sound

      Like face so dear that I found

      Like fervent voice, so close as can be…

      They still resound in my soul

      Like lust for life and lust for happiness

      Like first oblation in your presence

      But if sounds fade, so far and small

      Then soul of mine will be deserted

      Like empty stage with went down curtain…

      Each thing's subject to rhythm returning

      The clothes, tune and poet's lines

      If not for them, much harder could be life

      Like that of warrior with no tunic

      The bottle of wine and the ale barrel

      You cannot fill beyond the brim,

      By winter fall the leaves of sallow

      And even Edem's too small for Eve

      Now all the heirs of Procrustes

      Would like to put me in the pencil case

      My bones they're breaking, very crusty

      But only soul they cannot chase.

      It is like aeon, all embracing

      But with no love it has no basing!

      Things have their cost, it's known

      In dollars, euros, cheques and cash.

      Thing have become so wiery, monotone,

      The ghost of lucre is turning all to ash

      I guess that is no place for bargain,

      Where hate and envy're mixed with greed.

      For me such life is very small and tangled

      I'm used to other count, another creed.

      And casting off the profits of transaction

      Which boil in one's soul and blood

      I never buy the fame or admiration,

      My Lord, such fate can be the true attraction:

      To pay for love with coins of affection!

      Yes, beauty is so multi-faced,

      So multifold and so diverse

      So evidently evanescent,

      Ingenious and so plain

      The pattern of the maple leave

      And ornament on crystal goblet… —

      The soul was craving for each droplet,

      And were yearning the eyes and lips.

      In the daylight or dream so fluid

      Descended slowly from the skies

      The earthborn women, said so lucid:

      Just touch my lips with lips of yours

      In love all beauty now occurs!

      The universe of Love to bear

      Isn't easy for the most of us.

      It's easier with Gavroche's glair

      To keep on go wearing the junks

      But even if the dignity you show

      Can't cover even your dress suit

      You soul, which is almost gone,

      Bereft of love your beggar's rout!

      All your attempt are good for nothing

      And all your luck is just in vain

      The circle of life where you keep running

      Where all you courage's senseless strain

      But sense in each thing can be found

      While entering love's endless current!

      I pray to