When fear death emergency,
When your dim days, –
To the plate Siena Cathedral
His work-worn look incline.
Tell, where is the place of eternal night?
Here - Sibylline mouth
In frantic trembling prophesy
The resurrection of Christ.
Accomplished his earthly matter,
Pleased with his age.
Here thereunder numb
everything, the things we tell fortunes.
Here - a boy on the flower and bird,
That is - the husband with the parchment in his hands,
Here - a decrepit old man over the tomb
Leaning on two Kluki.
silent, soul. Do not torture, Do not touch,
No ponuždaj and do not call:
Someday it will come, strict,
Crystal-clear hour of love.
June 1909
