Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov — My Home
https://t.me/stihotvorMy home is in every place touched by the sky,
Wherever the sounds of songs are heard,
And every living thing shares my home,
And yet it's not constricting to a poet.
Its roof reaches up into the stars,
And to reach from one wall to another
Requires a lengthy journey, one measured
Not by one's eyes, but by his soul.
One's heart contains a recognition of truth -
That seed of sacred eternity -
Which in a single moment can enclose
A borderless expanse, the flow of centuries.
And my wonderful, almighty home
Was built just for this recognition,
And I am cursed to suffer greatly within,
And only within will I find peace.