You go to other distances,
Others hear voices.
You will not understand the light of sorrow,
When aleyut heaven.
What is foreign to me - you open,
But I cheated, just like you,
And by fraud - poisonous,
Ascend stunted flowers.
You are in an infinite distance -
And without disease and without dreams -
Solesh random public prayer -
With my supplications, tearful.
March 1902
