Socrates Having an endless dialogue with the stars

Having an endless dialogue with the stars
Walking on waves which lick the shore
Immersed in himself away from daily scars
Superior idea Socrates bore

Oh, salty ocean, what about your tears?
Ash of your waters is more eternal than the foam of your stories
The stars don't need our praise up here
But serve me, as a Thinker, with a glory

Oh, ocean, not across you lays my path
You, tyrant, bloody and persistent!
My path will lead me to myself
Taking the roots between the stars so distant

Do you hear, where the echoes of existence are?
The living flame of eternity burns
It always leads me through the dark
And to the truth I open keyless doors

Oh, pompous ocean, do not boast
You are a fruit of playful will of gods
The stars which shine above the coast
Take roots inside you as your silent parts


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Соавтор перевода: Евгений Ефимов @english.s.parnem (instagram)
В арте использована работа художника Артёма Киракосова