The Poet's Fate after  Sergei Yesenin

To be a poet, know, the same means,

If you do not violate the truth of life being,

To scar yourself on your own tender skin,

To caress other people with the blood of feelings.

To be a poet means to sing so reely,

So that you become more absolutely famous.

The nightingale sings - it does not hurt realy,

Ithas one and the same song obvious.

A canary from a stranger's familiar voice -

A pathetic, funny trinket, whim-wham.

The world needs a song word

To sing in a friendly  way, even like an anuran.

Mohammed outwitted in the Koran,

By prohibiting strong drink portion.

That is why the poet will not stop to run

Drinking wine when he goes to torture.

And when the poet goes to his beloved,

And his beloved lies with another behind a shatter,

Kept by life-giving moisture bowl,

He will not plunge into her heart a cutter.

But, burning with jealous courage,

He will whistle out loud all the way home:

“So what! I’ll die a vagabond-ranger!

On earth, we are familiar with this too.”