V. stolbov — "let me have my death…"

Let me have my death very facile –
Such as grasses of fields oft have,
Stars will shine over me — not a candle,
And the earth will become my grave.

Let the traitors, from light, will be hidden
Under stony vaults in a mist,
I was honest, and for this reason
I may die with my face to East.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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