by Taras Shevchenko
Ukrainian poet
A little cloud swims to the sun, With all her crimson borders trailing, And beckons to the sun to sleep And covers it with rosy veiling, Cradled in the dark blue sea, As a mother lulls her child ... Lovely to the eyes ... And now It seems the heart is still, For one little hour of rest, With God speaks quietly ... Like an enemy, the mist Falls upon the sea And the little rosy cloud, Darkness in its wake The grey mist rolls and billows out, And the silent dark Throws its shroud upon the soul, And you don't know where to wander, Longing, longing for the light, Like small children for their mother.
Robin's Nest 