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May 2020
~ Su **** as rendered into Russian by Igor Golubev ~

Rain and stream were singing all night
Their droning, mournful tune.
Morning breeze blew in its rhyme,
This may have frightened the moon.
So lackluster and sad are all things,
At least, that's what they seem.
I'd really love to take a few sips
From the clear murmurous stream.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

I walked all around the wall,
It's a distance of thirty li.
And everywhere, far and near, I saw
Shiny colors going bleak.
Only thickets of reeds spread out like seas
Whenever you throw an eye.
I'm steering my boat, and it appears
Like a petal, frail and light.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

Hardly seen is the fisherman's hat,
Almost lost amid the reeds.
Snowy white bush of his hair
Also peeps from under it.
I'd really love coming closer to him
To say my hello – alas!
I've scared seagulls just to see
The fisherman vanish at once.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

Nature's breathed a new life by breeze,
Into all kinds of things it went
And into what we love and bond with,
Of which, alas, there's no end.
I came ashore whilst wind and boat
Kept on arguing, muffled by reeds.
The river's torrent rapidly tore
The reflection of clouds to bits.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

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Vyas
Written by
Vyas  37/M/Russia
(37/M/Russia)   
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     Vyas and Bogdan Dragos
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