Do you remember the garden,
Where in the slumbering light
Met you the silent warden,
Lord Jasmin, the fragrant knight?
He is the inspired bearer
Of the bees who admire
The miracle, your only mirror
In the universal mire.
The miracle, eternal member
Of unity in disdain,
The membrane in charming chamber,
Where whispers the changing chain;
I am an attentive hearer
Of time with its teeming team;
Reality is your mirror
In the universal dream.
You know, our age is an agent
Of emptiness dreary and dark;
In this abominable pageant
Spare not for the space your spark,
If I am a wears wearer
Of the luminous loom,
The Deity is your mirror
In the universal gloom.
1995
The song of the mirror
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2011
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