Through narrow areas, I caught a shadow maiden,
But the stones and longing, it seemed, - at the same time.
I used enchantments night before the window Svetlitsa, –
I did not open the window trembling.
I am a bird flying, throwing cries of passion,
And I believed passionately said whitening.
I was in front of you two-faced and faceless,
I was looking for your shadow on narrow areas.
13 July 1902