As promised all without deceiving,

The sun turned up in early afternoon...

An oblique stripes of saffron,

I can't help believing,

Slide down tenderly,

Touching a curtain soon...

It covered with hot ochre

The neighboring woods and houses,

My bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks.

The sun goes up and up, it never drowses

On summer days and endless summer weeks...

Am I still dreaming or it's my reality -

Sweet amber honey August and its bright temptation?

Mortality turned into sudden tiny immortality -

Almost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration...

You walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs,

Suddenly someone remembered that today

sixth of august old

Transfiguration.

Ordinarily light without flame

Comes on this day from Tabor,

And autumn, clear as a sign,

It draws the eyes to itself.

And you went through the petty, beggarly,

Naked, quivering alder

In the ginger-red cemetery forest,

Burning like a printed gingerbread.

With its hushed peaks

Neighboring the sky is important

And the voices of cocks

Called to each other for a long time.

In the forest as a government surveyor

There was death among the churchyard,

Looking into the face of my dead,

To dig a hole in my height.

Was physically felt by everyone

A calm voice nearby.

That former voice is my visionary

It sounded untouched by decay:

"Farewell, transfiguration azure

And the gold of the second Savior

Soften with the last caress of a woman

I am the bitterness of the fateful hour.

Farewell, years of timelessness,

Farewell, abyss of humiliation

A challenging woman!

I am your battlefield.

Farewell, spread wingspan,

Flight of free perseverance,

And the image of the world, revealed in the word,

And creativity, and wonderworking.