Not in the Earth's sweltering prison
I I will destroy.
Soul entrust boat air -
the ship.
You must understand the soul obedient,
What I love.
Your eyes to the clear starry heights
Select.
And sword in hand iron
Relax.
Heart trembling useless
tame.
Whirlwinds of snow over the abyss
Twirl.
My sleeve snowstorms
repress.
Silver my merrymaking
oglu.
Air carousel
whirl.
Tangled yarn tow
wallpaper and continuing.
Light snow Braga hops
Drink.
4 January 1907
