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In the beginning was the Word

Then day and night come smooth,

And comprehension of eternal truth

About the world,

And life,

About that from the first record,

No matter how deep you dive,

In instant of the birth,

Every one of us

his fate

is moving, —

his own, different,

And human,

Significant, or light,

Bearing pain,

Or love,

The joy of days,

Or the sorrow of night.

And the only thing

For all of us is definite, —

We have the gift or treasure

To get the power of words.

Words make the soul feel

unmeasured,

And pain without words —

Unbearable.

Don’t use them to mislead!

And do not say at all,

What’s wrong or just absurd! —

More truly – no measure, —

In the beginning was the Word