I don’t know who just irritates me
A Poem by Yury Dombrovsky
Yuri Dombrovskiy/Qalam
Due to its educational aspirations, Qalam strives to explain the world - hence, every historical or cultural phenomenon considered here is accompanied by a wealth of additional information. However, in this section, we have decided to do without unnecessary words and familiar comments. Before you are fragments of verses collected from different eras and parts of the world, which seem to speak for themselves and are notably beautiful to us. As one modern lyricist expressed on a similar occasion, if it's without explanations; it's probably to do with something in one's blood.
I don’t know who just irritates me
And why I suddenly fell ill,
But someone weird is inside me
Which rambles there far and wide.
I feel it there under my skin,
In the musty anguish of my chest.
But is it something human or godly?
Or devilish, or maybe none.
Am I somehow beyond dimensions,
In weird sections of existence?
Among the dazed white blood cells,
It’s me in a fever, raved, but me.
Just like on cloistered vaults of churches
Hovers the icon-painted God,
The weird one who wanders non-stop
Wanders across it, not along.
Yuri Dombrovsky (1909-1978) was a Russian Soviet writer, poet, and archaeologist. He lived in exile in Almaty for a long time and left one of the most inspiring descriptions of the city.
