Nazim Hikmet. (№ 364857)

Midnight. The last bus.
The conductor issued the ticket.
My house is not waiting
neither bad news nor a dinner party.
I have a separation.
I'm going towards separation
without fear and without sorrow.
The great darkness came and stood beside me.
Now I will not be discouraged
the betrayal of a friend -
the knife it in the back put
me shaking hand.
And there's nothing to provoke the enemy.
I cuts through through the thicket of idols.
How easy they fell to the ground!
Everything I once believed,
I checked again on the tooth...
And now - no matter how pathetic it is -
I get involved more in forces
a lie, even the most beautiful.
Not planet me more words
neither my words nor anyone else's.