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“Prophet” by Mikhail Lermontov 🇷🇺 (15 Oct 1814 – 27 Jul 1841)
Translated from the Russian by Yevgeny Bonver
Since that time when the highest court
Had given me the prophet’s vision,
In eyes of men I always caught
The images of sin and treason.
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Then I began to promulgate
The clear love’s and truth’s commandment:
At me all humans threw for that
Hard sticks and stones, like the madmen.
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I put sackcloth and ashes on,
And ran—a beggar—from the town,
And there I live in desert lone,
Like birds, on food that God sends down;
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Here earthly creatures serve me right,
The laws of the Lord obeying;
And stars here hear me in night,
With their rays, like babies, playing.
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And when to towns’ walls, by chance,
I hurry through the noisy places,
The old men say to younger ones,
With selfish smiles on their faces,
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“Look, there is an example for us!
He was expelled from life, like ours:
The fool was forcing us to trust
That God is speaking through his mouth!
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So, see, my children: how grim,
Thin, pale he is—with shaggy hair!
Look, how poor he is and bare,
How despise all people him!”