Like a Bird Across the Sky

Перевод на английский Д. Ковалевского с помощью ИИ.

Like a bird across the sky I fly,
A wanderer between the distant worlds.
Where is my home? I do not know —
Perhaps the universe itself is home.

I came to visit Earth… yet it was never meant
That every soul be saved.
Much has awakened in my mind —
But how shall all this wisdom serve?

For people wield their knowledge here
To gather riches of the world.
They have no need of Heaven’s truth;
Their aim is happiness and love.

Yet all transforms to subtle chains —
One bond replaced by yet another.
And so the circle seems unbroken:
Of suffering, of karma, endless stories.

There is no one to whom I may entrust
The wealth of Wisdom God bestowed.
From Love Divine they turn away,
Enchanted only by earthly love.

Perhaps I ought to write a testament
For future generations yet to wake —
For when the Christ shall come again,
With countless young Initiates of light.

And with them — Krishna, Kalki, Avatars,
Maitreya, Buddha, angels of the Earth,
And travelers from distant realms,
Celestial messengers in ships of stars.

Then Heavenly Fire shall brightly blaze,
The Earth shall rise from slumber deep,
Washed clean by sacred, shining dew
And crowned a living Sphere of Wisdom.