Николай Гумилёв - Выбор

Choice

The one building a tower will fail,

There will be a terrible rapid flight,

And at the bottom of the world well

He will curse his madness.

The destroying will be crushed,

Overturned by fragments of slabs,

And, by the Most Seeing God left,

He will sing about his torture.

And gone to night caves

Or to the plants of a quiet river

Meets the Horrifying pupils

of a ferocious panther

.

You will not escape from the bloody destiny,

What the earthly people are intended to have.

But be silent: an incomparable right -

 to choose your own death.