I am a trembling creature. Beams
illumined, kosneyut dreams.
Before Thy depths
My insignificant depth.
You do not know, what goals
Taish in the depths of Your Rose,
What Angels flew,
Who trailed in the vestibule…
As you lurk in the standby
Great light and evil darkness -
The key to all knowledge;
And delirium great mind.
26 April 1902
