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Стояние в истине вопреки соблазнам времени. Архимандрит Серафим (Алексиев)
Автор: чтецъ Мартинъ. Дата публикации: 04 июля 2013. Категория: Болгарская Старостильная Церковь.
WAR
The
sun in blood sets in the West.
The day of October fades despondent.
Quietly leaves crumble and drip...
After a sad day, my eyelids flap to close,
I think... with my head inclined in laps.
A read newspaper, dumped near me,
it stands and looks at me with stupid eyes.
It tells me of terrible battles,
of numerous killed, wounded, and captured,
And now it is listlessly silent.
The heart is covered in blood and it suffers
for those who are lying somewhere in blood.
Leaves are dripping... and the evening is setting...
I think how leaf after lead is now falling
amidst the storm where many are dying today.
O Lord, the earth here is at peace –
we breathe freely and sleep a meek dream.
But... how come the heavens are coloured in fire
over that end where the war rages
among horrors, crashes, fire and smoke!
How many mothers in this hour — O poor —
in sadness unspeakable wring hands,
waiting on the doorstep, all terrified
and their hearts tremble in the bright sunset
after a dear heart on the front!
O Lord, have mercy on Thy creatures –
on the quiet, meek, unknown souls!
Mortal trials are flaming today.
The world is swayed, burning in suffering,
but come Thee Thyself, and quench the fire!
The day of October fades despondent.
Quietly leaves crumble and drip...
After a sad day, my eyelids flap to close,
I think... with my head inclined in laps.
A read newspaper, dumped near me,
it stands and looks at me with stupid eyes.
It tells me of terrible battles,
of numerous killed, wounded, and captured,
And now it is listlessly silent.
The heart is covered in blood and it suffers
for those who are lying somewhere in blood.
Leaves are dripping... and the evening is setting...
I think how leaf after lead is now falling
amidst the storm where many are dying today.
O Lord, the earth here is at peace –
we breathe freely and sleep a meek dream.
But... how come the heavens are coloured in fire
over that end where the war rages
among horrors, crashes, fire and smoke!
How many mothers in this hour — O poor —
in sadness unspeakable wring hands,
waiting on the doorstep, all terrified
and their hearts tremble in the bright sunset
after a dear heart on the front!
O Lord, have mercy on Thy creatures –
on the quiet, meek, unknown souls!
Mortal trials are flaming today.
The world is swayed, burning in suffering,
but come Thee Thyself, and quench the fire!
