At Dusk Ordained/ 2

 Five.
Listen here! Don't try to understand anything.
You need to know only one task—
how to tell apart light, darkness, and shadow, these three.
When all these entities drift around you,
if someone asks, "What do you feel?"
Please don't say, "I don't know."
Don't be ashamed, but whether you're afraid—that's up to you.


You know, don't you, imagination's vulgarity knows no limits or restraint.
Perhaps there are no walls between any contradictions, where
the cockroach reigns as king of life...because it lives one hundred twenty years.
Not like you and me—they number in the dozens!
They've known this world from within for ages.
Though where they dwell on this earth, nearly everything has rotted,
still they live on through the worst stenches,
obscenely, yet they live.


If you followed them, you too could go there
and live well selling ruins to people for good profit.
You'd probably want to convince me—this isn't life!
Tell you what, before passing judgment, change not your shoes but
your pair of socks and walk a bit, see how it feels to walk.
Then think again. Have you ever felt the terror of the word 'hell'?
No speeches happen there, only mutual indifference.
"Give me!" and "Give me...won't you give me!" saying such things does nothing there.


Six.
How children too take partnership with scoundrels in state parties, corporations, institutes, gangs and democracies,
simultaneously in the kingdom's corporate models and in the divisions of certificates,
and some among them secure full-time expensive positions—to understand this
we need a specialist in corruption right now.


Seven.
They're still showing us some blue stars.
We're happy they've completely changed our lives.
They've taught us how to enjoy life.
All their claims are full of hypocrisy and doubt, yet acceptable.
Ordinances come, ordinances go. Someone's bonds tighten, someone's chains loosen.


There's no way to speak against all this because
we ourselves wanted this and we have what we want!
Democracy is practiced in parliament, consumer rights in the mint are discussed.
Law walks down the path of school's 'dress as you please' competition.
Those who disbelieve in change are essentially lazy-minded and happy.


Eight.
Solidarity stands with the rebels in the square.
After some food and smoking the meeting continues.
Everyone's saying, I'm sorry, but no one's getting the sorrow!
Some have said, it would be good for us to accept their demands!
Others are hurling shouts...this much isn't enough!
A couple of corpses are falling, find them in the chaos if needed.
Everyone in the meeting has expressed their opinion in their own way—
keeping in mind that no one will change the agreement in any way.


Agitated, they keep ears to the radio, eyes glued to TV.
Some are looking toward parliament. Where did we send whom? they think after all this time.
The path of freedom is no 'Ode to Joy,' so it's
not something you get comfortably and easily either.
Sitting in session, the honorables shiver in December's cold,
standing on the street, they sweat in April's heat.


The decision came: since what needed saying has already been said, investigation is over,
no new lamentations will be useful, and no more petitions will be accepted.
The rebels who trust in democracy's practice think, the government is theirs, so is the responsibility.
Finally they thought, he who has no one has God,
and again they came down to the street together to pray.


Nine.
Taxes need to be raised again
so life becomes more beautiful!
Praise the state that you can still put something in your mouth at night before sleep!
Let life improve more, let the nation die in poverty!
We want life to retreat to underground chambers, finally to be eliminated!


The sin of deceiving everyone with promises year after year—
you can easily be freed from that, if needed
sit down for detailed discussion with some religious guru about it.
No fear, our heaven hasn't slipped away yet.
Reform, increase healthcare, let people die.
May doctors and their guardians live long,
may society be happy. At least let no one
retire from life before retiring from work. With the money of poor people
may the masters' lifespan increase. Let some more miraculous promises be recognized
as justified. Let the dark-skinned people become fair,
let the dark-minded people increase their darkness density. Those outside the pit,
let them too fall into the pit, let equality come this way. If anyone
dislikes the masters, let them be killed. Let the rest's
fascination keep winning for the masters, and those who aren't fascinated,
let the responsibility of their fascination be surrendered to the masters' shoulders.


Come, let us live peacefully by burying all feelings except hunger and sexuality.