Ad Infinitum. From Balmont

In the temple all - as was before. I heard a quiet wave of thuribles. 'I was laughing, and I joked. Did you really love me? ' Hazy thrill of candles is like smoke, And upon the icons - borrowed light. Everyone wants in the dark of church From candles to candle to take light. In the temple will be - as it was. I heard a quiet wave of thuribles. 'A, betrayer! It all was your joke. Sorrow! Sorrow! I loved him'. *** Ad infinitum В храме всё — как прежде было. Слышен тихий взмах кадил. «Я смеялся, я шутил. Неужели ты любила? » Дымен смутный трепет свеч, На иконах свет заемный. Каждый хочет в церкви темной От свечи свечу зажечь. В храме будет так, как было. Слышен тихий звон кадил. «А, неверный! Ты шутил. Горе! Горе! Я любила».