And you, my young, my sad,
Go away!
Hello to you, hello goodbye
I am sending this night.
And I'm the same guest tired
a foreign land.
delirious, as a belated traveler,
beauty.
She shines and laughs,
And I - one:
I'm afraid, that cup rasplesnetsya
my wine.
And yet - the silence,
My cup is empty,
And death early vocation
Has been on the lips.
And you, my young, eternal mystery
other wastes.
I follow you, casual visitor,
As before - the night.
(31 December 1900 – 1 January 1901)
