Light breeze dies down,
There comes a gray evening,
Raven sank on pine,
I touched a sleepy string.
The opponent-side and dark
How do you remember me?
Oh my love modest
Zakruchinishsya eh dream?
Let your soul but for a moment -
Over you is unchangeable
The pride of thy young,
Loyalty to my female.
Do not drive flying past
Ghost light and easy,
if you, my favorite,
Woman happy with another…
Well, so with God! The evening near,
Quick years orcas low,
there is a thunderstorm hanging about,
Night looks into your eyes.
21 August 1905
What a wonderful poem!