Oh you, my ficus, the ficus, the ficus religious!
Why are you standing alone at the edge of the Earth?
Gentiles villains were hacking you with their swords,
All swords have blunted, and they have walking home.
The bright Sun and the Moon always shine above you,
Around your roots golden rivers are flowing;
And on your upper branch two magic bird sit,
With eternally opened eyes, they guard you.
One bird is Eudondoxia, and another one is Snandulia;
Their feathers are like pearl by day,
and by night they are turquoise;
Their hearts are like stone, and tears are like iron,
And their eyes have my favorite color, that is silky moire.
I read in one book that, when the bad times will come,
And above the world, the ice ax and saw will ascend,
They'll take off from the branch and fly into the sky,
And they'll take me and you under their strong wings.