In the Upper Room

الأمُّ رَوْضٌ إنْ تَعَهَّدَهُ الحَيا بالرِّيِّ أوْرَقَ أيَّما إِيراقِ

 Letter to Mother

Sergey Esenin

Previously

Part 1 , 2 , 3 ,4 ,5 , 6

Now calm down, mom! And don"t be dreary

It"s a painful fiction through and through

I"m not so bad a drunkard, really

As to die without seeing you

Lyrics

I'll be watering my flowers

I'll be thinking 'bout my lot

And, until the Evening star

I'll be fashioning my boat

Autobiography 1925