There are wonders for dalyu blue -
They leaped in spring day.
But the crying heart of the desert,
Asking the usual silence.
That imperturbable silence,
Which is not in its shadow:
In her mind the inexorable
Burn zloveshtie outbreaks.
But the hour will come - tired wife
Seek pleasures in a long sleep,
Illness fall into the abyss sink,
Winter will fly over the earth…
March 1902
