Eternity

In eternity, where the stream of light is running

There are rotating slowly wheels of time

Which is weaving on the gold machine

Its multicolored carpet. Our invisible engine

Is setting in motion the driving belts

Capricious weaving pattern is blinking

And always counterbalances the weight

The one who will combine ripened crop in a bunch

Will measure everything and bless

The darkness entangles and fights us down

Only sometimes the lightning for an instant

From gloom will snatch out a piece of pattern

And we, have woken up from non-existence

Some fragment see: Chimeric

Frightening or clear silhouettes of life

We hold only grains in a hand

We don’t see the groves, which will grow out of them

And will rustle with green tops

We, begotten by an awful hard times

Only drink a bitter turbid liquid