O.Mandelstam, The Body's Given To Me... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

by Osip Mandelstam

The body's given to me, what to do with it,
My own body, all myself and unique.

For the quite joy to breathe and live,
Whom I should thank for that, indeed?

A garderner I am, a flower also,
In that captivity I'm not alone.

My breathing and my warmth today
Lay on eternity's glass plain.

And there'll be a pattern stamped,
Unrecognizable in shape.

But let the dregs of moment fall down -
The pattern never could be cancelled out.

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In russian and translation into bulgarian
by Krasimir Georgiev
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/01/14/8051