1. Whether I roam around Lincoln memorial
Or make pilgrimage to Lenin

2. It is only my conscience that raises me
To the unjust world and the unwise

3. Wherever I am, I recite poetry
And nurture it with my faithful belief

4. And call for brotherhood, not flattering
Even if I sacrifice the bitter luck

5. And refuse to repay evil with evil
As punishment, even if it lingers for hundreds of years

6. For judging individuals is not
A judgment that applies to nations and descendants

7. And how many say that I
Gamble with heritage and years in my dreaming

8. Perhaps I am a dreamer, but my heart
Chants for tolerance, the best religion

9. My ode to Imam Kurchatov
Where I match my longing admiration

10. To the prominent science in its climax
And raising the flag of precious literature

11. He nurtures pioneers, and they still are
Protectors of sincere art and thought

12. To him the diverse nations aspire
As if pride is the fate of the city

13. As if literature since his prime
Has been protected with the sweet innocent boy

14. He does not age no matter how long he lives
And is not an ascetic or complacent

15. And his critiques are but gifts
Presented to the precious arts

16. He presided over poetry and prose
And excused himself from politics and clamor

17. For it has become fiery gambling
And a path to prisons and abomination

18. The free suffered from it what he suffers
The prison guard in the madhouse

19. And he never stopped preaching with a smile
To the people's world the promising dawn

20. Though darkness engulfed them, and at times
It blazed with fears and suspicions

21. And here I am, a believer, sending my prayers
To him and people and certainty