Видение блаженного Августина
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The giant Mediterranean seas are noisy,
On the wet shore of St. Augustine,
Hanging my head to the ground,
Sat sadly in deep thought,
He looked sadly at the dark waves.
The midday wind, strong, played
A new shaft ran onto the foamy shaft,
The wave was breaking like a wave.
The saint flew far with his spirit,
And a lot of thoughts swarmed in him:
With a winged thought he wanted to comprehend
The secret of the palace above the stars,
Lift the thick curtain of heaven,
Embrace the One God in three persons!
But the thought in him is vain, like a sea wave,
Everything is beating like a prisoner in chains, she,
The saint sighs deeper and deeper.
And he sees: bending over the depths of the sea,
The baby sits in front of him, dear,
Innocent, beautiful in face and soul,
Like a light-winged inhabitant of heaven!
He is in light clothes, with its whiteness
Young snow could not be equal;
In the blue eyes - serenity, peace,
And light brown curls in a flowing wave
They fall off her pretty head.
He was holding a red piece of coral,
Nailed to the ground in bad weather,
And he lowered his small coral into the water,
Splashed water onto the shore...
The saint hovered in the sky with his thoughts,
The child continued his work in front of him.
- You're tired, little one! Is it too much to be naughty?
- My father! I want to pour over the sea
To the ground with your shell!
- Crazy baby! Can't hug
Our gaze of the Mediterranean Sea,
The free abyss cannot bind
Only infinity is his friend!
It only obeys God alone,
Only He can calm the terrible storm!
A grain of sand is a ship in front of her;
You wanted to pour the sea onto the shore
With your insignificant shell!
- My father! I know what I'm full of now
Your inquisitive spirit - where is the anxious
You are carried away by thoughts; but believe me, believe:
With its insignificant shell
I’ll quickly pour the sea onto the shore,
Most likely I will flood the whole earth with it, -
Than here on earth, among fallen people,
You will unravel the secret of heaven,
What in the book of heaven are you with your thoughts?
At least read one letter!
The vision has disappeared. But I thought it sounded
There is still that stern voice in the waves;
The saint in the child recognized with fear
And everything was quiet and deserted;
Only the sea, in its free expanse.
Walking angrily, wave after wave
Nailed to the saint's feet,
And with an angry roar on the steep shore
Wave after wave was broken.
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