Пепел души бесконечен во мне
Во мне только скудность да бедность
По узкой тропинке иду не спеша
Теряю ботинки.
Вдруг под ногами змея
Ужалила в ногу и в миг уползла
Природа змеи такова –
Раздвоен язык, ядовита слюна.

The ashes of the soul are endless in me
There is only jejunity and poverty in me
I walk slowly along the narrow path
I’m losing my shoes.
Suddenly there is a snake under your feet
It stung me in the leg and crawled away in a moment
The nature of the snake is as follows –
The tongue is forked, the saliva is poisonous.