The day my rent would come to end... (Моя Эпитафия)
Закончив рент земных квартир,
Душа моя, оставив прах,
Вернётся к вам, в 3-х мерный мир,
В идеях, формулах, стихах.
The day my rent would come to end
I’d leave my home on Earth.
My deeds would prove to what extend
My life is really worth.
It’s worth as much as were my dreams,
My poems and my Math.
I’d never reached to the extremes
While following the path.
A lot of deeds I left aside
With no hope to finish
Perfection was my real guide,
Not pride I tried diminish.
And still in vanity of days,
Avoiding ghosts of pleasure
I tried to find the best of ways
To turn my life to treasure.
And now when I’m weak and bald,
While counting what left,
Despising those on a pile of gold:
The missing life is theft!
Oh, poor thieves, my dear friends!
You’re playing boring game,
Your vanity would never ends
But not your doubtful fame...