Do you write, that the secret flame
Burns in my heart again,
And my heart, hladny first stone,
Able to love again?
What words, words and sounds,
Bezaromatnye flowers,
No tears of suffering and agony,
Without inspiration dreams?
Well, let me, goddess light,
Tell you something, without end
Lurked in the heart of unanswered,
Inwardly from burning singer.
Fiery enthusiasm is not necessary,
Without them, I can save
Heart and soul flame south
And happiness again inspire.
…………………………………
My fate brings to you,
At your feet, All the life blood,
And you have only one requests:
Keep a my love…
23 December 1898
St. Petersburg
