Trying to fly slow, how to learn
In this age of madness, where the river of time runs wild,
Where we soar like the wings of a reckless bird,
Like a frantic particle stream, like a daring arrow?
How to affection, love, and life have time to savor,
If the day, gorging itself on vanity, buzzes like a bee?
How accomplishments are silenced by command and resolve,
Enjoy a flavored coffee or a glass of wine.
Just for a vacation and a chat with friends, how to make up your mind
And remember yesterday, which became grayer than the wise man?
How to dive into new relationships and love,
Not afraid to stay at the bottom of a steep cliff, a hill!
How not to put off happiness for tomorrow we must learn,
If life rushes like a wild mustang, forgetting to count the years.
Yesterday is like an ancient Roman chariot,
In the world of the departed dust where it is swallowed up by a black hole.
And the new day is like a frantic, reckless surfer,
Into nowhere strives, and months whip into years.
A pack of weeks opening up, all waiting for Friday the lioness,
Like a hungry tiger waiting for a belly feast.
Tell me, how do we all learn to fly without hurrying?
In this age of madness, where years fly by in an hour,
And yesterday, not having time to sink into eternity,
Becoming grayer than the lint of a medieval quill!
Leyla Yusupova