Here - in the grueling work
You forged the sword of the spirit.
You - the birds. Be on departure,
Prepare for the spirit of the new meeting.
Spring hoists sighs languorously,
stars, sineet thin ice.
ABOUT, unravel under the guise of a humble,
What woman is calling!
You crossroads distance open,
Invitingly zasineet haze,
You maidens fallen Ukroyut
The light and heat shelters…
Clear Path for dalyu freestyle,
but beware, into the distance trying to,
Copper voice to bell
Not overturned on you!
November 1904
