Oh Shinning World
Translated by Herbert Marshall
Oh shining world! Oh quiet world!
World untrammelled, world so free!
Why is it, brother-world, I see
That in your own, your warm good home
You are chained up, you are walled up,
(You, the wise one, made a fool of),
By robes of purple choked your breath,
By crucifixes done to death?
Not done to death! Why then, arise!
Over us enlightenment shine,
Enlightenment! ...We'll, brother mine,
Tear up purple robes for foot-rags,
From incense-burners pipes we'll light,
With wonder-icons stoves ignite,
And, brother, with aspergills then
Our new home we'll sweep and cleanse!
1860, St. Petersburg