I'm waiting for a call, I am looking for answers,
numb sky, Plot in silence,
The yellow Niwa - away somewhere -
At the moment, I woke up my appeal.
Echoes of distant speech,
On the night sky, with fields drowsy,
All the secrets of the upcoming meeting mnyat,
dating clear, but fleeting.
I'm waiting for - the new and trembling taketh.
Brighter sky, muffled silence…
Night secret word will destroy…
Have mercy, God, night of the soul!
For a moment awakened for Niwa, Where,
The distant echo of my appeal.
All I am waiting for the call, I am looking for answers,
But the strange silence lasted land…
7 July 1901
