Ivan Bunin — Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses

Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses,

Azure skies — of high summer the birth…

To his prodigal son will the Lord say: «Confess, pray —

Have you known true contentment on earth?»

And forgetting all else save the golden and endless

Fields of wheat, the sereneness and peace,

I will weep, and, my words choked by sweet tears of gladness,

Thankful fall at those merciful knees.