Dark clouds, bright rainbow,
what do you do unfortunate girl?
Plough sadness and sow grief,
stop, what is the profit from this.
The rue will not spring up
at your meadow,
but only the venom
and big complaints.
Though sadness will besiege you.
But you can quietly reap the wheat.
And among wheat there are
cornflowers and poppy.
They will beautify your work a little.
Translation and Photography by Igor Marinovsky