To Valery Abramov
It happed so that our ways-roads are laid apart: One took the eastern road, the other - southern. Itís so sad to see how friends depart... Itís sudden, so sudden. For those whoíre gone, a lot of people, really, Donít care a pence. I donít judge others, but I most sincerely Believe in friends! Itís a time when Iím left on my own, The blizzard drifts the peopleís souls and traces. Everything goes wrong, no use to moan - No friend, no complacence. For those whoíre gone, a lot of people, really, Donít care a pence. I donít judge others, but I most sincerely Believe in friends! When some day my friend comes back and says, ďIt was our error, letís forget the bygones...Ē - Weíll both look at these unlucky days And smile, smile in silence. For those whoíre gone, a lot of people, really, Donít care a pence. I donít judge others, but I most sincerely Believe in friends!
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2015
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)
[Adapted from Alec Vagapovís ďSuddenly our trodden ways must part...Ē.]