Среде пустинската убост (Спот)

In the midst of the desert poverty
in forests and caves
where the flowers are silent
where the birds sing

There are pure things there
like wild lilies
and from the rose blushes
the Christ-like monks

They bid farewell to the world
colleagues, parents
now God and all the saints
are their relatives

Day and night, they sweetly sing
for the Savior Christ
Who adorned them with virtue
and with much grace

Before sunrise, in the darkness
just before dawn
before the birdsong begins
they are in prayer

And the angels are with them
and protect them
they take their prayer
and carry it upwards

Every moment, with weak hands
they hold onto prayer
the sacred rosary
and the holy lives

Always elevated
in heavenly heights
like leafless trees
and with pale faces

When the bell is heard
with the audible censer
and when the clapper strikes
life changes

They are clothed in dew
in sacred clothing
and they give us the schema –
we go to Golgotha

Their red table
the food sanctified
however modest it may be
it gladdens the hearts

Kings because of this
threw away their crowns
to be without face and honor
locked in a cell

What use are brothers to me
close ones and friends?
When death comes to me
no one will help

If I also bear the cross
it is not enough
I must leave behind
the worldly life

Good health, dear brothers
colleagues and relatives
I can no longer be here
in the worldly life