The house is
Around the corner ,
Where long ago all bylem
overgrown , overgrown ...
many years
The poet lived ,
He owned giving us light
craft.
When the city forgot himself long sleep
Yes, at the junction of rumbling trains
Only one glowing midnight window
Only one star in the sky burned .
Lived alone ,
unsociable ,
Swam like an iceberg , among white ice floes
by fate.
but knock
At night ,
He was in charge of more than one sorrow -
a lot of trouble .
Remembered chilling call button ,
Heart-rending to pieces
Remembered days sizzling cancan
Yes Jude neat whiskey.
Here the old Jewish cemetery
The old fashioned way , in the Pale of Settlement
Lord lie and comrades,
Someone in luxury , someone in poverty.
Someone in stone, embroidered with gold ,
Along fences - bench clean,
Someone in the mossy stone , crushed ,
Forgotten family, friends .
That sergeant major of Her Majesty
Holding the Earth with a tailor from Gomel.
He was mediocrity , this - the person -
Both went into the land of outcasts .
The house is
Around the corner ,
Where long ago all bylem
overgrown ,
overgrown ...