Don't let your soul idle day by day!
Don't beat water to make it white.
The soul's obliged to work and labor
And day, and night, and day, and night!
Drive it from one house to another,
Drag it from one place to next one,
Through a sandlot, a windfall, farther,
Across a snowdrift and a bump!
Don't let it sleep in bed, be naughty,
When the morning star has been lit,
Keep she-idler in a black body
Never take a bridle off it!
If you want giving it a favor
Of making all its works much short,
Without mercy and without labor
It will tear off just your last shirt.
Grab it by shoulders - the soul-woman,
Teach and torture it until dark,
So that to live with you like human
It learns anew on the high mark.
A slave, a queen, a maid, a baby -
Is a soul, and it's obliged right
Now and ever to work and labor
And day, and night, and day, and night!
30 June – 1 July, 2024
Николай Заболоцкий Не позволяй душе лениться англ
© Copyright: Валентина Ильина-Печенова, 2024
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