“Hamlet” by Boris Pasternak, translated by Dean Furbish
The noise has stopped. I leave for center stage.
And leaning on a doorframe,
I probe the distant echo
For signs of what might happen in this age.
Upon me the night’s twilight has been placed
By a thousand lorgnettes aimed at me.
If only, Abba, Father, by your grace,
You could remove this cup from me.
Your unalterable design I love.
And though I did agree to play this part,
There is another drama going on,
And so this once allow me to depart.
The order of the acts has been decreed,
And as a pathway ends, so must one yield.
Alone, I sink amid the Pharisees.
Life’s not an easy stroll across the field.