Janka Kupała

Off to the world

Off to the world, the world's far plains,

On thought-trail, on the wind's trail start.

To fight with sorrow, grief and pain,

Off to the world, the world depart.


Armour the soul with steel amain,

Tear flowers of feeling from the heart,

Rip love's illusion from the brain,

Off to the world, the world, depart!


And yet I have no wings for flight,

Though in my heart I long to soar!

Such bitter plight, such heavy plight.


On my home, Lord, thy blessings pour.

Mother and siblings there have I...

But why give us a heart, � why?




Пераклад: Вера Рыч
Крыніца: Janka Kupała. Sonnets. Mastackaja litaratura, 2002.