Do not think to get rid of grief in the jocund company
behind the table where people are drinking
and have glad shouts.
Do not go in the luxurious house where music is sounding
and happy couples are dancing.
There you would have bitter heartache.
Your forehead will be covered by heavy clouds.
Have no courage to go in human flow
where mob with one hundred heads is going
in worries and noise you will be drown there.
Your grief will not pass away.
Better go in the dark grove among wild grasses.
and in the field where wind has its walk.
In the wilderness, talk with your grief.
Maybe wind will chase it away.
And begin to sing song without sadness
in order to make grief smile.
The horrible monster will go away from you.
And in the heart again quietude will reign
Translator and photographer by Igor Marinovsky