Was it a vision or a dream?
That Autumn walked alone.
But God, how much she’s slim:
Her gait and eyes so outworn!
Struck by the unexpected encounter,
I mercilessly noted in a moment,
How the sky weighed down her shoulders,
And the oval of her face had darkened.
How unpleasantly she has grown fat
And become heavy as a small elephant,
And how silver gray hair has managed
To sprout through the henna coat.
Restraining ourselves, we didn\'t look back,
But I still managed to notice untold,
How Autumn smiled sadly, as wreck -
It seems, and I too have grown old.
Перекрестье двух дорог -
Справа ангел, слева бог,
Впереди - тупик и рай,
Чего хочешь выбирай.
Или все наоборот