Boat's sharp mast into the sky -
Daring and pretentious,
It's like a mosquito bite
Into very heaven.

If mosquitos, thousands,
Pierce God into chest,
He might shiver.. and then God
Will around cast a glance?

Noble waters of the Rhine
Forests - with holy shadow,
Grape fields - carpets on hillsides,
Mountains with crowns of palaces.

Place of vignettes, rosettes, doves,
Sparkly wine and light beer.
Place of legends, thinkers, poets,
Sweet romantic motifs - all here.

How you celebrate it, God!
Kindly through centuries on it dote...
And look! Like the thinnest cloud
Ash of your people here floats.

By Lubov Sokolovsky
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat http://www.geocities.ws/ilya_shambat2005

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