Wanderer, far from his homeland, <br />You are poor and you are alone, <br />For the time, deprived of listening <br />To the music of mother tongue. <br /> <br />Yet here nature is so magnificent, <br />That you’re not entirely lost. <br />Singing birds on the trees around you – <br />Would you call it a foreign tongue? <br /> <br />Only listening to the autumn flute, <br />The cicadas iridescent chime; <br />Only noticing of the dragon-shape <br />Big white clouds up in the skies, - <br /> <br />You’ll embrace what you have inherited – <br />The eternal sadness and pain. <br />In your dreams, you’ll sail away back home <br />With your eyes shielded from the sun.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-14/
