It's not easy at all to put aside
the proud sword or refusal
the swift sabre of rebelious desperation
helmet, protecting from followers
proud plume of national anthems
spurs of onforgiven harms
to take off the shield of rules rigid
carved with faces of the Saint,
whose pattern - after hard times
should be in the sould inprinted.
It is not easy at all.
To close, hoping that forever,
the armoury of the final means:
The gunpowder, fuse of suffering,
for the two-edged arguments.
It is not easy at all
to fold the ma of last forts.
It is a matter of great courage,
in the mirror of neutral light,
to se oneself helpess, naked -
creature in a swarm of cratures;
With an open hand to take a bet
for ever-merciless future.
Not believeing in a collective faith,
not to despise the race of its followers.
To make modest sacrifices,
at the temples of gods robbed of shine.
It is not easy at all.
To be your own Svetoved (Iovis),
Not laughing at other's demigods,
to gain fellow followers by shame
of akward trials to prophesy:
The night of long knives lasts
Hidden in the shine of the day.
Do not pride with lone infirmity,
Do not search or armour,
Live always knowing - why
your priceless - temple of body
It is not easy at all.