***4135***Не ведаю пока глубин...(I do not know the depths...)

***4135***

Не ведаю пока глубин
Сердечных устремлений,
Но не писал давно, уж,
С пару дней, иль больше,
Вот и родилось нечто,
Подобие разминки,
Вчера набросил, а сегодня дописал,
Не всё же деткам хулиганить,
И мы не лыком шиты были,
А возраст ширмою душе,
Кем были в детстве те и есть,
Лишь груз нажитый-то годами
Горбом нарос-то в грешном мире
И ты-то, пребывая в нём,
Грешишь, а горб к земле склоняет,
Не до веселья-то бывает,
А сбросишь горб, не став грешить,
Взор устремив, на Небеса,
И весел стал, опали шоры с глаз,
Глядишь, вокруг краса, о боже,
Ребенком чувствуешь себя,
Осознавая-то при этом,-
Невинный Высшего подобье
И воспеваешь славу Света,
Творца родившего весь мир,
Кто с глины оживил тебя...

***/Ереван 03.2025 г./***
***4135***(translated by AI Copilot)

I do not yet know the depths
Of heartfelt aspirations,
But I haven't written for a while,
A couple of days, or more...
And so something was born,
A likeness of a warm‑up.
Yesterday I sketched, today I finished,
Not only children may play the rogue,
We too were not without wit,
Though age is but a curtain for the soul.
Who we were in childhood, we remain,
Only the burden gathered through the years
Has grown into a hump in this sinful world.
And you, abiding in it,
Sin as well, and the hump bends you to the earth.
There is no joy at times,
But if you cast off the hump, cease to sin,
Lift your gaze to Heaven,
You grow merry, the blinders fall from your eyes.
You see beauty all around — O God!
You feel yourself a child again,
And realize at the same time
That innocence is the likeness of the Highest.
And you sing the glory of Light,
Of the Creator who gave birth to the world,
Who from clay enlivened you...

***/Yerevan, 03.2025 y./***
***4135***(translated by AI Copilot)

I do not know the depths,
Where heart's desires flow,
But silence held me for a while,
And something new was born...

Yesterday a sketch, today complete,
Not only children play the rogue,
We too were once alive with fire,
Though age now veils the soul...

The burden gathered through the years,
A hump upon the sinful world,
And living here, you sin as well,
The weight bends low to earth...

But cast the burden, cease to fall,
Lift your gaze to Heaven's light,
Joy returns, the blinders break,
And beauty shines around...

You feel a child again, O Lord,
Innocence — the Highest's form,
And sing the glory of the Light,
The Maker of the world,
Who from clay gave you breath...

***/Yerevan, 03.2025 y./***