Near Tambov there is hut,
Lives in it a big and strong,
Overgrown beard to his waist,
Blue-eyed brigadier.
And none of us knows
What here he and is Mahatma,
Chief of all the silent superiors
And commander of the mandate commanders.
Multi-arm ascetics
Rustle the Mahabharata;
Many in the world there are surprises,
If to stand up on the head.
But even if you sit a hundred lives,
laying your legs behind your ears –
God nests in your heart,
Walks like a cat on the grass.