LITHUANIAN QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES
Volume 26, No. 3 - Fall 1980
Editor of this issue: Birutė Cipliauskaitė
Copyright © 1980 LITUANUS Foundation, Inc.
Leaning humbly against the earth, quieter than a shadow,
I am sitting in the withered grass, utterly alone.
The crest of the past dims in the distance,
the frost-bitten path awaits me in the dell.
Within the menace of time I am counting single moments
which fall into transcience like berries, one after another.
The day has turned its back on me.
It is evening. The time for accounting. Or is it the end-most
Oh, listen to the cool rustle of the universe,
as if a stern angel were asking me:
what have you given for the sacrifice?
And feeling a joyous pain in my soul
I sense a praying answer glide to my lips:
Ask the one who baptized me with verse.
Prose translation from the Estonian by Aleksis Rannit