Wise Providence gave our perception <br /> The choice between two different fates: <br />Either blind hope and agitation, <br /> Or hopelessness and deadly rest. <br /> <br />Let him trust to seductive hopes, <br /> Who's sure with his unpracticed mind, <br />Who knows mocking fortunes slopes, <br /> Only through rumour, spread behind. <br /> <br />Have hope, young people, brave and ardent! <br /> Fly with your pairs of strongest wings; <br />For you the projects, great and sudden, <br /> And young heart's ever burning dreams! <br /> <br />But you, who've now tried and measured <br /> All humane fate, deep grief and strife, <br />And vanity of humane pleasure - <br /> Who doomed to knowledge of the life! <br /> <br />Away with those crowds tempting! <br /> In quiet peace, live your days, last, <br />And guard the coldness, safely saving <br /> Your now apathetic heart. <br /> <br />Just like the dry dead peoples' corpses, <br /> Which blessed with senseless of disease, <br />Waked up by spells of lords of forests, <br /> Rise from their graves, gnashing their teeth, <br /> <br />So you, if kindle in hearts desire <br /> And trust to the deceptive moods, <br />Will be awaked only for mire, <br /> For fresh pain of the former wounds.<br /><br />Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-fates/
