When the yellow light fun,
Throughout the night the walls of compressed circle,
The ranks of dancing dvoilis,
And it seemed unrelenting friend.
Desire raised breasts,
I reflected on the faces of the heat.
I was walking with the dream of a miracle,
Tormented by lust stranger…
It seemed, there, for dust haze,
In the crowd hiding, someone lived,
And the eyes of the country should,
And the voice sang and spoke…
September 1902
