Sighing Horseback. (Shekspir&Sfab1980) ver. 2.0

How hard and painful is my path, When I know it won't get any easier, For even having completed it, I won't regain My desired peace. How far away you are, my friend! My poor horse, bearing me and the burden of all my troubles, trudges along, - As if he senses: I am in no hurry Towards my appointed goal, away from you. Sometimes, in a fit of anger, I thrust my spurs Into the sides of this old nag - It only sighs, more painful for me That sigh than the blows of the spurs for the poor fellow. And again I remember: ahead - Only sorrow, and joy lies behind.