**
Трепещи: преторианцы
всходят на порог.
Скройся: поздно отпираться,
беспощаден рок.
Сердце полно этой жутью
испокон веков.
Палачи, бывает, шутят –
а ответ каков?
–
Knock with tremor; these are Caesars.
Should they be at home,
Flee as if you trod unthinking
On the foot of doom.
These seceded from your substance
Centuries ago;
Should they rend you with "How are you?"
What have you to show?