Red maples

The autumn world is meaningfully arranged
And inhabited.
Enter it and be calm in your soul,
Like this maple.
And if the dust covers you for a moment,
Don't die.
Let your sheets wash at dawn
Dew of the fields.
When will the storm break out over the world
And a hurricane
They will make you bow down to the ground
Your thin body.
But even falling into mortal languor
From these torments
Like a simple autumn tree
Shut up, my friend.
Don't forget you'll straighten up again
Not twisted
But wise from the mind of the earth,
Autumn maple.
N. Zabolotsky