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Such a global cycle of poems. Very global indeed.
Overlords.
The Dream Master.
The night scattered fragments across the sky
Of unknown fairy-tale worlds.
He emerges in a black tricorne
The Dream Master and stealer of dreams.
He walks with an unheard step
Through forests, fields, and cities.
He floats in his invisible boat
Toward new, unknown shores.
He will find your home among millions.
The night will hear a melodic chime.
The Dream Master, creator of holy laws
Will grant you a bright dream once more.
The Dream Master will smile softly –
That he could give you the best dream.
The Dream Master will leave, but he will return.
Only with you can he forget the pain.
At dawn he will leave your home.
The Dream Master is the unhappiest of all living things.
But it is not castles that grieve him, no –
He has power only over the dreams of others.
The Dream Master, exhausted by work.
I am the same, looking into the mirror.
The Dream Master, forget your worries.
The Dream Master, I give my dream to you.
The Rain Master.
The Rain Master approaches the window
And looks at the world through mirrored ice.
Another would tire, another would sleep,
But the master rises,
And the rain falls.
The Rain Master opened his door,
Watches as the snow silently falls down.
The Rain Master, like a hunted beast,
Stepped onto the ledge.
Such is the whim.
The Rain Master stepped across the threshold,
And the snow covers him in a shroud.
The Rain Master is tired and chilled,
But he does not go home,
He is a stranger there.
The Rain Master is powerless in winter,
And the rain freezes even in flight.
The Rain Master, a miserable outcast.
But he stands at his post,
Waiting for the warmth.
Rain, wash away my sadness,
Erase all the tracks.
I am cold, let it be.
I am in a circle of water.
The Star Stealer.
A star blinked and vanished.
A dark spot in the sky.
"So many spots, so few stars," –
I thought, looking out the window.
Suddenly a dark cloak flickered in the sky.
I understood: the Star Stealer
Has come to make the impossible real,
Has come to destroy the starry bridge.
He swings a steel sickle, and at once
Three hundred stars rush downward.
But the sickle is invisible to the simple eye.
It is unseen, such is the whim.
But the star stealer is unhappy.
He seeks a warm light in the night.
But the starlight is broken into pieces
By cold darkness, and it is silent…
Cutting the stars, he thirsts for light.
Creating darkness, he fears the dark.
He died at the end of summer,
Unable to wait for winter.
The Son of the Wind.
The winds remained silent to me about the dark night.
At dawn they vanished, dispersing the fog.
Only one remained. What does he want to tell me?
He is silent. He only drives the caravan toward the South.
I ran after the wind across oceans.
But he is just as elusive and far.
I reached the South, avoiding deception,
But the wind rushed away to the holy East.
To the east I rushed, crossing deserts,
But I lacked the strength to chase the wind.
He rushed to the North. The path now lies
To the land of snows and blizzards, the land dear to the heart.
But, arriving in the North, I did not meet the wind.
He had already rushed away, hurrying to the West.
I hurried after him, setting nets.
I do not fear the night, death no longer frightens me.
I rushed after the wind, he further and further.
I rushed after the wind, sparing not my feet.
I forgot the past, everything that was before.
I became strong, fast, like a young god…
And I caught the wind at the edge of the universe.
He said: "My boy, you are the only one.
You have arrived, casting aside the thought of a fleeting life.
Come closer, my beloved son…"
The Heir of the Sun.
I am the heir of the Sun.
Should it go out,
I will ascend to the sky,
To shine once more.
But blind people
Will not even notice
That a miracle has appeared
To illuminate the earth.
I will remain alone
In starless heavens.
I will drive away evil shadows
With light.
But blind people
Will not even know
All my doubts:
Whether one must suffer.
If I go out,
My heir will come.
And he will rise over the world,
To shine once more.
But blind people,
Or their descendants
Will not hear the lyre…
I will be able to forgive.
The Star Creator.
From a silvery cobweb
I created bright starlight.
The paladins hearkened to it,
Leaving light in the heavens.
From drops of gray mist
I created starry dew.
And the warrior of the yellow dune
Whispered: "I will carry it in my heart."
From a spark of hell's anvil
I created stars in the heavens.
Their bright light is a reward for you.
Their bright light will banish fear.
From the black cloak of a hero
I created the sky. The stars within it
I nailed above the sleeping Earth.
The two of us looked at them.
From darkness and light, from starry steel,
The star stealer was created.
The stars burned. And they vanished.
And the starry bridge was destroyed…
Overlords.
The Dream Master.
The night scattered fragments across the sky
Of unknown fairy-tale worlds.
He emerges in a black tricorne
The Dream Master and stealer of dreams.
He walks with an unheard step
Through forests, fields, and cities.
He floats in his invisible boat
Toward new, unknown shores.
He will find your home among millions.
The night will hear a melodic chime.
The Dream Master, creator of holy laws
Will grant you a bright dream once more.
The Dream Master will smile softly –
That he could give you the best dream.
The Dream Master will leave, but he will return.
Only with you can he forget the pain.
At dawn he will leave your home.
The Dream Master is the unhappiest of all living things.
But it is not castles that grieve him, no –
He has power only over the dreams of others.
The Dream Master, exhausted by work.
I am the same, looking into the mirror.
The Dream Master, forget your worries.
The Dream Master, I give my dream to you.
The Rain Master.
The Rain Master approaches the window
And looks at the world through mirrored ice.
Another would tire, another would sleep,
But the master rises,
And the rain falls.
The Rain Master opened his door,
Watches as the snow silently falls down.
The Rain Master, like a hunted beast,
Stepped onto the ledge.
Such is the whim.
The Rain Master stepped across the threshold,
And the snow covers him in a shroud.
The Rain Master is tired and chilled,
But he does not go home,
He is a stranger there.
The Rain Master is powerless in winter,
And the rain freezes even in flight.
The Rain Master, a miserable outcast.
But he stands at his post,
Waiting for the warmth.
Rain, wash away my sadness,
Erase all the tracks.
I am cold, let it be.
I am in a circle of water.
The Star Stealer.
A star blinked and vanished.
A dark spot in the sky.
"So many spots, so few stars," –
I thought, looking out the window.
Suddenly a dark cloak flickered in the sky.
I understood: the Star Stealer
Has come to make the impossible real,
Has come to destroy the starry bridge.
He swings a steel sickle, and at once
Three hundred stars rush downward.
But the sickle is invisible to the simple eye.
It is unseen, such is the whim.
But the star stealer is unhappy.
He seeks a warm light in the night.
But the starlight is broken into pieces
By cold darkness, and it is silent…
Cutting the stars, he thirsts for light.
Creating darkness, he fears the dark.
He died at the end of summer,
Unable to wait for winter.
The Son of the Wind.
The winds remained silent to me about the dark night.
At dawn they vanished, dispersing the fog.
Only one remained. What does he want to tell me?
He is silent. He only drives the caravan toward the South.
I ran after the wind across oceans.
But he is just as elusive and far.
I reached the South, avoiding deception,
But the wind rushed away to the holy East.
To the east I rushed, crossing deserts,
But I lacked the strength to chase the wind.
He rushed to the North. The path now lies
To the land of snows and blizzards, the land dear to the heart.
But, arriving in the North, I did not meet the wind.
He had already rushed away, hurrying to the West.
I hurried after him, setting nets.
I do not fear the night, death no longer frightens me.
I rushed after the wind, he further and further.
I rushed after the wind, sparing not my feet.
I forgot the past, everything that was before.
I became strong, fast, like a young god…
And I caught the wind at the edge of the universe.
He said: "My boy, you are the only one.
You have arrived, casting aside the thought of a fleeting life.
Come closer, my beloved son…"
The Heir of the Sun.
I am the heir of the Sun.
Should it go out,
I will ascend to the sky,
To shine once more.
But blind people
Will not even notice
That a miracle has appeared
To illuminate the earth.
I will remain alone
In starless heavens.
I will drive away evil shadows
With light.
But blind people
Will not even know
All my doubts:
Whether one must suffer.
If I go out,
My heir will come.
And he will rise over the world,
To shine once more.
But blind people,
Or their descendants
Will not hear the lyre…
I will be able to forgive.
The Star Creator.
From a silvery cobweb
I created bright starlight.
The paladins hearkened to it,
Leaving light in the heavens.
From drops of gray mist
I created starry dew.
And the warrior of the yellow dune
Whispered: "I will carry it in my heart."
From a spark of hell's anvil
I created stars in the heavens.
Their bright light is a reward for you.
Their bright light will banish fear.
From the black cloak of a hero
I created the sky. The stars within it
I nailed above the sleeping Earth.
The two of us looked at them.
From darkness and light, from starry steel,
The star stealer was created.
The stars burned. And they vanished.
And the starry bridge was destroyed…
