Being human

To be at peace and not experience bliss,
In the luxurious reflections of dawn and dusk,
The soullessness of everyday life and the atrocities of the wind,
I again drowned in the thunder of a gentle peal.

Be happy and not be disappointed
And to separate people, interfering with their contact,
To see pain and eternal suffering,
And they died from lack of glory, admiration.

To be the wind, knowing no mercy, no barriers,
Move immediately to any distance,
Inhale the wonderful aroma of beautiful herbs,
And the whole planet to feel the gentle breath.

To be the sea and plunge into waves and dunes,
Not to know human passions, mercy,
And dissolve in the morning dew, mists,
How to return from the battlefield lifeless.

To be a man, knowing neither grief nor love,
Flying into the sky, beautiful dreams, dreams,
And without the desire to explore the planet to the depths,
Not to experience feelings and not to see beauty.