Vladimir Solovyov's poem of 1892 on worldly noise and the silent speech of hearts
Dear friend, can you not see that all we see is only a reflection, only shadows of what is unseen by the eyes?
Dear friend, can you not hear
that life's crackling din
is only a distorted echo
of triumphant harmonies?
Literal translation
Dear friend, can you not sense
that there is one thing in the whole world:
only that which, heart to heart,
speaks in a silent greeting?
Literal translation
Vladimir Solovyov, 1892