A few more lines from the poetry collection, Light of the Hearth
By Ivan Savelyev | Translated by Walter May.
From your first song until your farewell song
There stretches in between a long stern road.
Here trickling like a ringing springtime stream,
And there like some broad-bosomed river it flows.
And in its waters, deep and pure and clear,
Like sand-bank islands, failures will sink and cease,
And out will blaze above the shining space
The lighthouse beams of mighty victories.
For all your previous disappointed hopes,
For all your losses, and for all distress,
They will light up for you your entire road–
Remember, and observe, and go ahead!
And may be here’s the wonder of constancy,
The marvel of loyalty which does not die out,–
That to your dream you’ll go, and not lose heart,
And not for even a moment will you doubt.
And maybe in such action lies our goal,
And even the primary purpose
Of life, let’s say:
To discover in your self an exalted song,
And not to betray it then in any way.
English Translation © Raduga Publications 1987