Translations

Choice

In the dark night of my ignorance
I saw a light – vaguely showing the way
I was looking for – so blind
with a searching hand.
‘Where was that guide?’,
I asked myself in anxiety –
And fear seized me in the night.

‘ Please, I want to see you.
Do you understand?Tell me soon.
I have to choose, please give me
Some sign, some guidance how to do..’

In the dark night of my worries
I saw a faint light – it gave me
no answer and in despair I looked
around to see a smile –

He was looking at me
with open smiling eyes,
and I heard a voice ,
‘Don't you see,
he is the door to your light! ‘

And I looked at him in surprise,
but I chose to give my hand
and to set off on the empty road
with him – to the welcoming land.



Discussion

‘Why should we part? ‘,
I asked...all in tears.
And in deep distress I wonder,
“ Who has stolen all my hopes?
Who has stolen my dreams
about life ahead?

It seems your love has been
left away on the stony path of faith.”
“Have we lost it, for I don’t believe,
it has gone so easy and forever.”

“My love was alive till yesterday,
I think, we could stop it on our way
to let the anger out, kept in silence.
And let’s tell sincerely the feelings,
we had hidden without any reason.’

‘Yes, I’ve got to know you were ready
to accept what I wanted you to say.
And I also believe that you can swallow
the words of pain and anguish. ‘

By Rumayana Russeva

Roses

Eternity

Do you love roses?
They waft a charming fragrance
selfless as they are — and give us joy
with tender colours, forms and beauty,
asking nothing from the world.

They were born to carry love,
with eternal silent sacrifice…
And in a friendly whisper
they are telling us,
‘ Come! Take from my scent !’
And nod their little buds.

They obey all the seasons –
spring and summer, autumn, winter;
for the roses are the ones who carry love,
without asking anything from us...


The Rose

To William Butler Yeats*

Quietly the rose, all red, is lolling
its head above and is speaking
tender words of love –
A red rose with the perfume
of a lonely known path —

The path of struggle and a fateful fight
with the evil powers of dreadful nights.
The rose ‘s scent is calling us
to give the victory of love
and the joyful song of heaven’s mirth.

I see the rose of my spirit smiles —
The sun is kissing heavens with light;
What will happen, if I willingly
deny my eager eyes
to see the beauty in your noble heart?


*William Butler Yeats — а famous Irish poet and dramatist, a Nobel prize laureate,1923.

Daffodils

Standing brightly in the fields,
looking merrily at me,
yellow daffodils are playing 
they try quietly to tell me :

‘Come and see.
We want you happier to be!
And all the flowers in the fields
are friendly waiting to be picked.!’

I stretch my arm to take
the scent of their heads in hand –
the fragrance of the day,
when they will give delight
to my beloved or a waiting lad.

And they ask me once again,
‘ Are you lonely?
Have you got a friend? ’

(Poetry by Rumyana Russeva)