Go down to the underground gorge…

Go down to the underground gorge,
Telluric currents wake,
saved, Escape for your fun,
Save the baby on chest!

too late. Hollows in the sand
lies, heartbroken, mother…
A cold wind will be back
You, the fleeing, whip!

But you run! Save the child,
Close to him, wrapped in a cloak!
And uniform run - loudly
Budi, be, upland cartilage!

You'll have time to run to the term,
Leaving the sorrowful mother,
And on a rock, far from all,
Him - the child - to name!

21 November 1903

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