EN
My poems I wrote when I was young
With no idea of my mission yet,
Like fountain splashes sprayed and sprung,
Like launched rocket jet,
My poems, burst in a bold fresh breath
And violently spread,
My poems about youth and death
That nobody’s read,
Abandoned in remainder shops in vain --
In darkness- just as waste,
My poems – like precious wines-one day-
They shall be good to taste.
LT
Mano eilems is tolimos jaunystes,
Kai nezinojau, kad rasyt yra lemtis,
Issokusioms kaip is purkstuko skystis,
Istryskus, kaip bengalijos ugnis,
Ir isiverzus kaip isdykeliai i pirti,
Kur vyksta meditacija dabar,
Apie isimylejima ir mirti-
Kitu neperskaitytoms dar! –
Ismetytom per labdaros knygynus,
Kur ilsisi senoves palaikai,
Mano eilems, kaip izymiausiems vynams
Ateis brandos laikai!
17.02.2022
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