I abandoned a deal, such an excellent deal and I blew it; I took nothing away and left naked as when I was born. I had no sudden urge, it was simply the right time to do it, From behind the blue hills other deals were beginning to form. From books thereís much to learn and understand But still the truthís passed on in conversation; There are no prophets in their native land, But there are not a lot in other nations.
Iíve not sold out my friends, without me some have done even better; Only one was let down, but Iíll make it all right before long. I pulled out of the deal and left none of my blood or my sweat there, And without me on board still the deal rolled along, going strong. We all can be replaced, however grand; Letís sing for dead menís souls, the devil take them: "There are no prophets in their native land, But there are not a lot in other nations."
They took pieces of me, but Iím glad that the ones who were getting The best shares were the ones Iíd give plenty to in any case. Now I go across slippery floors, shoes all covered in resin, Up the ladder I climb, then I walk through the high attic space. Search as you might, no prophets come to hand; Mohammedís left and Zarathustraís way gone. There are no prophets in their native land, But there are not a lot in other nations. And below people say, out of spite or perhaps to enlighten: "Itís a good job heís gone, without him things are surer for us." In the corner I scrape with my nails spidersí webs from the icons But the horses await saddled up in the yard, so I rush. A saint appeared, I turned to face him and He sadly said, bathed in illumination: "There are no prophets in their native land, But there are not a lot in other nations." I jump on to my horse and we merge into one - such a true fit; I too chomp on the bit when I feel my steed stumble, unsure. I abandoned a deal, such an excellent deal and I blew it, From behind the blue hills other deals were beginning to form. Trampled by hooves wheat crackles, still I can Hear while I ride this clear reverberation: "There are no prophets in their native land But there are not a lot in other nations."
© Margaret & Stas Porokhnya. Translation, 2008