Built your camp, as church candles.
Your eyes - swords piercing gaze.
Virgo, I do not expect a dazzling meeting -
Give, as a monk, climb the fire!
Happiness does not require. Laski is not necessary.
Are you a rough caress insult?
Only, as an artist, I am looking over the fence,
Where did you tear off flowers, - and I love!
by, all past - you Windswept -
Sun palim - Maria! Please let
Eyes - see the light above you cherub,
Heart - to taste the sweetest pain!
I quietly into the dark curls weave
Secret poetry precious diamond.
Avidly loving heart throw
The dark eyes shining source.
3 June 1909
