Наше священное ремесло
Существует тысячи лет...
С ним и без солнца миру светло.
Но ещё ни один не сказал поэт,
Что мудрости нет, [и]1 старости нет,
А может, и смерти нет.
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- ENG English (Richard Shaw) , "Our sacred craft", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Notre métier sacré
A existé pendant des milliers d'années.
Avec lui et sans le soleil le monde brille...
Mais jusqu'ici aucun poète n'a dit
Qu'il n'y a pas de sagesse, qu'il n'y a pas d'âge,
Et que peut-être il n'y a pas de mort.