Tht greatness of the world
In the world, in the endless
The open spaces of His
Pieces of creation
I was walking in search of a thinker.
He searched inquiringly
His secret abode.
At all extreme points
Chagall universe.
Thinking of the world:
How to eternity he walked;
Choking, drank everything
From that corrupt cup
There was a limit.
Humbly died in her,
In his drowned
Peace of sorrow and in imaginary
Greatness he lived
Aspiring to the earth seeking Paradise,
And to eternity in the firmament
Walking; The world in fetters
Eternal freedom
And in her slavery he
Living humbly, and
His loyalty to her
With the last sigh
Keeping in your heart.
Told about some
Laws of morality
Us data at the very
Beginning; while,
Like all reveling
Freedom, debauchery
And eternal life
But only without Paradise.
And one is given
Holy Man on
Judgment by God; with greatness
Heaven was to earth
Sinful is lowered
Then; in the struggle of the spirit
And the flesh was revealed
Say: for yours?
Is that life He exhausted?
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