Self-translation into English.

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Each of us is smaller than love

She said: “Each of us is smaller than love within us, our own love.
And any of us is colder - look how brightly it blazes.
When our love ignites, the road becomes clearer…”

“This path leads straight to the abyss.”

“Perhaps it may happen, it might be.
But
Love rises, soaring skyward - you’ll never fly without it -
Across all the continents, oceans:
Just to reach out, to get through,
To see, to touch for a moment..."

“You’ll fall like a bird, mid-flight wounded.”

“That too may happen, it might be.
But
Love flows through the body like music that should not exist, impossible,
There’s nothing more piercing, nor sweeter, nor brighter, nor hotter than this.
We swim like fish through that stream, in this transparent current..."

“The storm will dash you on cliffs.”

“The storm will dash me on cliffs.
I’ll fall like a bird, mid-flight wounded.
This path leads straight to the abyss.
But living - without melodies?
Existence - without soar?
But how without fire, but how..."

"No way.
I'll cover you gently: with sand, and loam, and gravel,
The softest blanket - bird down, and ash that weighs less than silence.
Red anemones will bloom there, or poppies if you prefer it,
Your melody will keep playing, your fire will not go out.
Only - you won't be there."

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За ценные замечания спасибо Leah Borovoi.