Стихи и рассказы в категории Myths. Читать онлайн

The brightness of the light
And the celestial harmony I bring
Are the signs of my eternal beauty.
The pulchritude of the stars

I am vast and lonely,
I carry the hardest thing -
The sky with all of its planets and stars.
The heaviness of the endless element,

I sing to people
And charm animals
With my beautifully constructed songs
That are full of grace and courage.

A premonition
Of a long string of events,
A long succession
Of happenings,

The spring comes
Like a flow of water,
Like a row of trees
With green buds,

Tell me if you still wait for me there,
For my absence was a scar on your face,
The broken strings of your harp.

My breath
Carves symbols in the air
Which only the priests
Can see.

When your life is over,
You are placed
Before a court,
So that it decides

Лілея - знак живої чистоти,
І дивних снів розпечене багаття,
Лілея - хід німої простоти,
І на землі та у воді латаття.

I am the speed and the elegance
Of a horse,
And I am often seen accompanied
By a dragon, a phoenix and a crane.

Covering
Emotions
Lightly
Enduring

I am the god of joy and pleasure.
I bring you riches wide, immeasured,
I bring you songs and dance, and feasts
And free you from enormous beasts.

The messenger of gods,
With steps so light,
She is courageous, tender, wise, polite,
She is a songs, as lights as feathers are

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Two-spirited,
Long-lived
And powerful,
I have two bodies,

While the country's on fire
You keep tearing people out of their rooms and beds
With a long, seemingly 'liberal' narrative.

My four faces
Are the faces of life and death.
I have eight hands,
In which I hold

The touch of rain,
Barely felt by the skin,
Is part of the spring rites.
The rain carries memories

The highness of the sky
Is something in between
The endless celestial heat
Of crispy stars