A CLOUD, FLOATING BEHIND THE SUN
by Taras Shevchenko, 1849
A cloud, floating behind the sun,
Spreads its red skirts
And beckons the sun to sleep
In the blue sea; covering it
With a rose blanket,
As a mother would a child...
Behold... for an hour,
For a short hour
The heart rests,
And speaks to God...
But then the fog, like an enemy,
Rolls in over the sea
Concealing the rose-colored cloud,
Follows the gray fog,
A dark silence
Envelops the soul,
Till you don't know, where to turn.
So you long for it, for that next dawn,
As a child longs for its mother.