Imagine, Just imagine! All those who are not widowed Are versifying when are young. And the hungry, destitute, If writes the verse of good, He is the Poet true. While one doesn’t face the evil, Which he hates, He’ll not become a Poet. While he doesn’t meet the grievance, From which he’ll not recede, He’ll not become a Poet. While he does not learn How to remelt the evil into kindness, While people will not hear In this toil the music of divine, He’ll not become a Poet. Imagine, just envisage Immense responsibility To call yourself a Poet. English translation by A. Besedin