A green meadow, appealing, listening to,
I walk through the rustling leaves.
And the cold month worth, not sgoraya,
Green crescent in blue.
lacy foliage!
Autumn gold!
I call - and resounded three times
I issued a ringing
responsible nymph, sponds Echo,
As if in a golden sunset field
Persecuted god-child
And full of laughter…
here, god overtaken, Echo falls,
And passionate whirling, and sweet the fall.
And her laugh in a long
sound repetition
Under heaven innocent…
And the passion and death,
And death, and passions -
wedding branches
Autumn decoration and wrists…
There - in blue expanse - my voice prophesies
refund, overturn the whole world to me!
But, flashing on the wing of a passing night,
Languid flute evening of the day
Uskolyznuvshaya nymph hohochet.
4 October 1905
