When I give myself a passionate feelings,
It leads me to the sultry south
Compose poetry at the feet of beautiful
your, far, gentle friend…
eternal oblivion, may be,
You betrayed all former,
And passionate breath will not disturb
It has long been calm chela…
Or sad with longing Experienced
And dedicated alone
Tears my belated reply
And often cry about me?
Shall in passionate dreams
Never my former way
Not risen your vision
In the quiet of the night agonizing?..