I stand at the power, lonely soul,
Lord of the earth's beauty.
You, night full of passion flower,
I fell in love with my features.
Bowing low to my chest,
you're sad, my vernal color.
Here, close to the heart, but there in front
No clues to life.
AND, mnogovlastny, number, how old,
Hostility and think innew,
As with life I'm passionate, the wise king,
You combine, Love?
14 November 1902
