FIDELITY

a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV



they will be gone –
the soul, the spirit –
they will betray
you


cowardly and miserably
will forsake


the only
fidelity of all dead:
growth of nails and hair,
protection and help of
blood –


coagulate
despite all!


death Coverts you
not buries:


wise overturns of
the worm


love and
patient care of
the Soil


concern of decay
and rotting


fidelity of roots
and grass


rain


last rests of
warmth


the cold – is
the last
soldier!