One Of Roads (?) Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Cave, entering it only by the road for the light.
There the sun's rays are falling from above,
quite well lighting the cave and people.

They must last this way and sit in one place
eternally, for in order invariably to look,
incessantly, exclusively ahead of oneself.

They are put in fetters by feet, up to very neck.
It happened when they were still children.
Behind the back still they have the lighted fire,

it is lighting the path parallel to the wall
which is adjoining to it. Along it a rope
is stretching out, carrying figures.

What exactly servants are, almost as actors.
On their shoulders various divine statues are carrying
as well, as of what is a symbol, of the flora and fauna,

what so closely bound with them. From the mouth
kind of a human speech, sounds are springing
as quiet with sough of the wind or rustle of, leaves.

Shadows impressed on the opposite wall, in the
flickering play of light, such strange images
are formed. None of present prisoners of the secret

cave still tore eyes away from them. And he cannot
tear away, even he isn't trying. They don't know,
that only, road leading into gates of lives,

here for the soul freeing is full, total - from the body,
of bodily coating and also from the relation, all financial.
It is possible when you go your death through.

You will understand and only, you will start living truly.