Unquenchable thirst of love…

Where hate and envy're mixed with greed.
For me such life is very small and tangled
I'm used to other count, another creed.

And casting off the profits of transaction
Which boil in one's soul and blood
I never buy the fame or admiration,

My Lord, such fate can be the true attraction:
To pay for love with coins of affection!

Sonnet 116

Yes, beauty is so multi-faced,
So multifold and so diverse
So evidently evanescent,
Ingenious and so plain

The pattern of the maple leave
And ornament on crystal goblet… —
The soul was craving for each droplet,
And were yearning the eyes and lips.

In the daylight or dream so fluid
Descended slowly from the skies
The earthborn women, said so lucid:

Just touch my lips with lips of yours
In love all beauty now occurs!

Sonnet 118

The universe of Love to bear
Isn't easy for the most of us.
It's easier with Gavroche's glair
To keep on go wearing the junks

But even if the dignity you show
Can't cover even your dress suit
You soul, which is almost gone,
Bereft of love your beggar's rout!

All your attempt are good for nothing
And all your luck is just in vain
The circle of life where you keep running
Where all you courage's senseless strain

But sense in each thing can be found
While entering love's endless current!

Sonnet 119

I pray to smoke-blue bush of lilac
I pray to apple-tree in bloom
I worship Lord's ingenious findings
And glorify the beauty's grove.

The beauty, clear and pristine
That tempts us through the centuries
Like lady's precious memory
Like lovely eyelids flickering

Like Rose's scent so fragrant.
Oh, flight of butterfly, so frail!
For me you always will be sacred
Soul always looks for beauty's trail

The whole world it can roll down
But love is still its only crown!

Sonnet 120

The harvest time is now near…
Ripe fruit are hanging from the tree
In hands of your entirely giving
Themselves, so generous, as can be.

With yellow wax shine garden pears.
And apples're burning like the flame.
They turn to me and soul's embarrassed,
They now have so much to tell

About something long-awaiting,
About something so concealed,
About the endless, never fading
About life, about myself…

I fell the rhythm of universe
And the love's essence so inmost…

Sonnet 121

The beauty has become my faith:
My pray to Her is endless.
It is for Her I'll put on chains
And step on pilgrim's path

It's before Her on my knees I'll bow
At Her virtuous holy things,
Where the clearest water's falling down