Between the lofty banks of river
the waves were dreaming.
The gleam of star
is burning to the end.
On the distance
through smoky haze
one can see floating boats.
I stood on the river bank quietly
brimming with pitiful contemplation
and peculiar thoughts.
Noticeable king of woodland, old oak
stooped over drowsy surface of water.
The special time of quietude and rest is ruled.
Night joins with day and light unites with darkness
when face of sky is brightening.
Everything is calm: there is no sound!
Everything is tranquility: no movement!
Everywhere is profound dream in the sky and on the Earth.
Just on the waterway there is some little disturbance:
the breath of wind; the noiseless fall of leaves.
Indeed, I learned in that sacred hour
the mysterious lesson of nature.
Translation and photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan