I am standing on the royal path.
dead of night, around lights, –
It is not clear, they glimmer,
And in the morning it is necessary to find all.
Set foot forward - towards the darkness,
I set foot back - blind haze.
And there - one feature is light,
And on the dash - symbol.
But difficult path - noisy water,
blackens the forest, silent field…
The Promised Land -
unreachable star…
Star - symbol on the road,
But a vague glimmer lights,
And below - some days,
And in the morning, in the morning - all find!
15 August 1901
