The desire of the heart exorbitant,
But on top - lighthouses.
They tried and true,
And infinitely far.
There is guarded by my fall
Merry Angels couple.
There radiant dreams
The blue strict bleschesh You.
I have called you from the dust,
Or you yourself went to me,
But, fear of the unknown,
Soul, vkusyvshy, froze…
15 September 1902
