Fan of the Hellenes - I forgot lyre,
When you word my way blocked.
I am before you groan of happiness,
And you disdainfully silent.
And I was burning soul, and you were dark.
And I, In suffering unrequited,
I fancied: ever single string
It responds to the call Privetnoye.
But you passed in silence before me
AND, as then, another reminder
You rvesh now sometimes torture
My vocation Hellenic.
12 October 1900
