In different clearness of rays,
In addling amalgam of visions
We always live in world-s things- reign
With its triad of space division.

And spreading borders of this life,
Or multiplying forms by fable,
To hide your I from not-I-s eyes
You will be never-never able.

This power-s your leading star,
It has your God and nature-s law,
And before it, it-s pale and far -
The Art, belittling things- great role.

You can not flee from slaving reign
To look for charms of airy smears,
The deepness is not verse-s main,
But just a puzzle which it bears.
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So, love the clearness and rays,
In the aroma - their creation,
And cut bright bowls for the grace
And always integral receptions.