We came up - and blue water,
As the two walls rasplesnutyh.
And so - away whitens the tabernacle,
And it was cloudy visible.
But certainly over the mountain dips
On smoky sparkling rock
You do not runs up, vena kimvalami,
The wreath of wild roses.
So - and miraculously fascinated -
Not escape his destiny,
AND, in the chain of new chained,
Bred, sad slaves.
25 January 1906