Рідна мова

Рідна мова – бальзам для душі,
Струмок для вух джерельний,
Для язика – то мед;
Для голови – пірина.

Втомлену душу підкрипить,
Хворе тіло зціляє.
Це – від Бога!
Рідна мова – то життя!
Iaroslav                                                    September 2009

He left his home so long ago

He left his home so long ago,
They were telling him, “You’re cool!”,
But soon he had nowhere to stay or go.
Well, he wasn’t a fool.

The man had relied on money
And not on wisdom’s voice;
The money flew away like fresh honey,
But it was his own way, his own choice.

His cash disappeared
And so did his jolly friends,
But the young man wasn’t yet feared,
He just realized that a road often bends.

Now his bedroom was a park,
His dreams were his food;
He went to sleep with dogs’ bark,
Try to imagine his mood.

But it’s time for me to end.
The young man came home.
Wisdom became his new friend,
Clouds never appeared above his dome.

His experience wasn’t funny,
But he realized that it’s never too late to improve
And it’s useless to rely on money.
Well, I’ve tried to retell the story, but haven’t meant to prove.
Iaroslav                                                        Saturday 16.04.2005

For all I’ve got

Peyto_Lake-Banff_NP-Canada
For all I’ve got
I am obliged to Thee:
For the loving family and abundant pot,
For the grass and for the tree.

I sinned a lot,
But Thou art Gracious,
Thou can cure even a sot,
Thou can make him vivacious.

Father, please,
Forgive and save us all,
Thy Grace is sweeter than honey of bees,
We turn to Thee, don’t let us fall.

Image credit: Tobias Alt, Tobi 87, “Peyto Lake-Banff NP-Canada” September, 2005, via Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 4.0.
Iaroslav                                                          Friday 25.11.2005