Stoyan Mikhaylovski
Euthanasia
I
“Hey,
who's knocking on the door?”
so late, it’s after three?…
“A faithful friend is visiting…”
“I will no night guest, go away…”
“Open for me! You were my
admirer before; you’ve called
me more than once
to help…” “Who are, who are you?
Why you say not your name?”
“I don't know my name…”
“You’re looking for something or running away?”
“I bring something to give you…”
“Your name?” “Open,
please, these doors
and accept me as a brother…”
“There is no brotherhood here, go!”
“Don't be so angry, so strict, so evil,
oh people made to do good,
oh souls similar to God’s!”
“Are you a Deity or are you a man?
a spirit unclean, or a genius good?
Who sends you? Where are you from?
Do you bring day or dark?…”
“I am the Fate of the world,
the eternal Destiny —
the supreme power
and the spirit of all things!…”
"Run away, you mighty guest,
don't cross this threshold!
There’s no living person in this house –
here sits a human gloom!
Run! I'm done already
with all earthly chores!
There’s no longer any will in me!
I’m done; its over - what used to be!…
My song was sung!…
My path is lost before me
as if covered by fog;
everything inside me’s broken,
I am an old, deleted organ!…
Way too soon I hurried
to see the meaning of all things —
in disgust I pulled back
from the world stage —
and my soul I bound
to an iron rock!…
Run, you gloomy Fate, flee
to support the warriors,
but do not stop with me again…
II
“I'm the
Fame, open up!
You called me many times,
when still a teenager—
behold, I came at last,
hey, to you I stretch my arms…
