Судьба нас братьями зовет,
Нам
Вместе в
Путь идти,
Лишь то, что отдаем другим,
Мы можем обрести.
Догматы с храмами попрал,
С глаз спала пелена:
Подспорьем быть в делах Творца,
Душа моя должна.
There is a Destiny that makes us brothers;
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.
I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast-
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of man is cast.