Atlantis rots on the ocean floor…
Atlantis rots on the ocean floor,
The sea grows dense with silt,
Glorious Rome blazed in the fires,
Its grey ashes scattered over the earth.
Everything has its time,
Everything falls to pieces.
Yet, a new prophet appears,
Promising renewed happiness.
Moscow, Summer 1951
-Yuri Iofe (Translated by me)