The work ends
the whole panorama is revealed:
From unseen ores
I took out the metal for construction,
Slabs of words like booth,
outlined for the desired temple,
From hewn piles
created a multi-ton abutment.
There will be another tier:
in it the space will appear larger;
There will be a sphere - with a game
gold semicircular stripes ...
The stone is enough: far away,
behind the bend of the quarry,
The morning glitter is flooded
an endless granite colossus.
If life and peace
destined for me in a bubbling world
I am a reliable pickaxe
I will tear off blocks of stone from blocks,
And, against adversity,
joy will be wider and wider
See the dome and the cross
completed in reality.,
To me, a blind man and a slave,
dissolving the obsessions of nights,
Pointing the trail
to the acquisition of transcendental rights,
Having understood and forgiven everything,
the All-Good gave this work,
A dazzling myth
the light of the future - having indicated.
No, not an architect, palaces
creating under the sun and wind,
Domes and crowns
erecting in blue with an eye -
In the bowels of a Russian prison
I work on a mysterious meter
Until the dawn border
in my dim window.
Days of sorrow and labor -
these heavy, inert years
Fall down like a landslide -
already free distances are visible, -
Never never
I have not drunk such a wonderful freedom,
Never breathed with my whole chest so deep!
Into the circle of the last ordeals
I enter with the boundless people -
Millionth thread
deep in the world node ...
Through the collapse of kingdoms
lead to the cherished edge,
You what can you keep
and a roadside leaf from evil!
