I know that we want to live in the words no longer.
By hands, by legs, and by money we want to live.
And at last like ghostly phantoms we will stop talking,
and maybe one day we will start loving in live.
A star from a deer is hitting the eyes of Sita,
and from deer's horns fall placers of yellow stars,
and they move this world, and not as they taught in childhood,
although Alighieri has conveyed the sense to us.
Obsession will pass to the day of the Assumption,
So why not to play before the Saint Virgin's days?
I ask your forgiveness, and do not retain prejudgement,
Although endurance's what Sita never spares.
I pray to the Holy Virgin, Holy Christ's Mother,
Grant Sita with health, and love, victories in all!
I can't forget your glance, fire from snowy mountains,
So look after her, that Sita would love me more!
Happy-ego prayer
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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