God The Nomad

“...A wanderer I am on earth, don’t hide from me the commandments of Thy”.
(David's Psalms)

God the Nomad on wings of the blizzards
came to me, all alone, at those days
on the virtual screens like the wizards,
on the spacious Khazarian plains.
In a secretive chasm and besides me,
Opening like a foggy marquee,
over town with thunder and lighting,
both misfortune and candour was He.

Where the Eastern stars are radiating,
where the Northern way lies and spreads,
we have seen no one ever who'd greet us,
give us shelter, or cover our heads...
Millions, myriads of stars He is litting,
but they cannot inspire a tramp.
Who can I see under these blinking,
Cold and callous and soulless lamps?..

Worrying in murky waters, I'm belied,
and there's no room for you in me.
Do I pray, notice me with your mind's eye,
and fulfill all I want, every need.
I am able to take no lighting
From the mortals, from the poors that are doomed.

...Mighty wings are joyfully fluttering,
and, delighted, I open the Book.

Translator Paulinе Kharlinskaya.