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The Descendants of Cain

Потомки Каина

That sad-strict spirit then did not dissemble –
The one who called himself the morning star –
When uttered he: “Fear not the highest’s bar,
Just eat the fruit, and you’ll the gods resemble.”

To young men then all highways stretched before them,
And old men were relieved of all their toil,
And damsels took the amber fruits as spoil,
And snow-white were the unicorns – we saw them.

But why, deprived of strength, then do we bow,
Why do we feel forgotten, and why now
Comes old temptation’s horror’s revelation,

When accidentally someone’s idle hand
Connects two sticks, two poles, two grasses, and
Beholds the crucifix that’s his creation?


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