Brothers, let us glorify freedomâ€™s twilight by Osip Mandelstam
Brothers, let us glorify freedomâ€™s twilight â€“ the great, darkening year. Into the seething waters of the night heavy forests of nets disappear. O Sun, judge, people, your light is rising over sombre years
Let us glorify the deadly weight the peopleâ€™s leader lifts with tears. Let us glorify the dark burden of fate, powerâ€™s unbearable yoke of fears. How your ship is sinking, straight, he who has a heart, Time, hears.
We have bound swallows into battle legions - and we, we cannot see the sun: natureâ€™s boughs are living, twittering, moving, totally: through the nets â€“the thick twilight - now we cannot see the sun, and Earth floats free.
Letâ€™s try: a huge, clumsy, turn then of the creaking helm, and, see - Earth floats free. Take heart, O men. Slicing like a plough through the sea, Earth, to us, we know, even in Letheâ€™s icy fen, has been worth a dozen heavensâ€™ eternity.