Quiet evening shadows
The blue snow fall.
Host dissonant visions
Your potrevozhili powder.
You sleep for long plain,
Sleeping in a shroud of snow…
Songs your swan
I caught the sound of sounds.
Vote, calling anxiously,
Echo in the cold snow…
Is possible rise?
Is the former - not the dust?
Not, from the house of the Lord
Full immortality spirit
Left relatives and friends
Song disturb my ears.
Host burial visions,
Sounds living votes…
Quiet evening shadows
Blue touched snow.
2 February 1901
