Poem By Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
At life's most testing moment, when
the grieving heart's replete,
a prayer that is most potent then
I call up and repeat.
There is a power, suffused with grace,
when living words combine,
a breath beyond the commonplace,
that holds a joy divine.
Like dead-weight slipping from the brain
now fades my unbelief -
I trust again, shed tears again,
and such relief, relief…