My shaking hands are getting calm - Time to ascend, My fear felt in the deepest chasm - No doubts are left. I see no reasons to get stop - I’ve to slide up, And are no summits in the world, Where we give up! Among the ways, which were not past, The one - is mine! Among the borders, which still last One- on my line! And names of those, who died here Are stored by snow, A road, which leads to nowhere, Calls me to go! The blue light, shining from the ice Keeps me to walk, And mystery of someone’s footprints Are saved by the rock And I may watch my only dream Above the heads, Trusting the clearance, only seen For snow, this melts And let’s long term is passing by, I’ll not forget How all doubts of mine I’d have to left The day the water whispered to me: - Good luck, my friend! What weekday was, when that time had come? Sure, Wednesday than!
© Dmytro Bryushkov. Translation, 2020