This is a translation of B. Pasternak
The clamor ceased. I walked onto the stage.
While leaning on a jamb, through cheers,
Iím grasping in the distant echoís sage,
What will occur during my years.
The twilight of the night has gathered
Like thousands binoculars on me.
If so youíre willing, Father,
Then take this cup away from me
I love your plan, so firm and stubborn
And I agree to play this role.
But as of now, thereís another drama,
This time, expel me, I implore.
But the predestined plot proceeds,
I cannot alter the direction of my path.
And Iím alone, all sinks in phariseeism.
To live a lifeóis not an simple task.