My poor, my distant friend!

My poor, my distant friend!
understand, at this hour of anguish sleepless,
Mysteriously and steadily
Eaten me ailment…
Why in my chest tightness
So much pain and anguish?
And so unnecessary beacons,
And so long ago, people fasted,
Sadly waiting for Christ…
Only the devil they find…
Their only lead to despair
Izvečno lguŝie mouth…
All, who deliberately spared,
Someone with no desire to hurt hurt…
Ile - poryvany us quite,
And only disease - a reliable shield?

29 December 1912

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