Memento Arbori [Russian translation]

Ah, the sweet smell of flowers bursting from the buds:

The fruit is born

And within its life-giving flesh

The seed was conceived!

From its rotted remains

It enters the Mother's bosom:

The sapling has awoken

Springing towards the Father's light.

Every daybreak, every moonrise, they remember

Every raindrop, every dew, they remember

Every prayer, every vow, they remember

World without end.

Like the forgotten waves of the sea

So, too, is the lonely twinkle in the night

And beyond the fog that shrouds the past

Lies the road of no return.