I am mighty and great divination,
But you keep track - I can not.
Fly if the air for you -
You tsvetesh on the earthly shore.
I am going down into the blooming steppe, –
You're leaving in the evening sunset,
And I am bound in chains
On the ground, lonely jingle.
But my divination is not in vain,
Let the sad and scary "yesterday",
But today - and secretly and passionately
Zaalelo half the sky in the morning.
I provizhu at the far end
Flared clouds - you.
you look, smiling and knowing,
you will come, trembling and loving.
5 December 1901
