Look - I retreat into the shadows,
And you're still in doubt
Still afraid to meet the day,
Not feeling the night approximation.
Do not wait for you inspired words -
I, late at the border,
Quietly waiting for the last of dreams,
forgotten here, in the earth's prison.
Can I keep the dream
And to believe in the local vision,
When you're the only one
Do not believe a death chants?
But in front of me turned darkness,
I do not smell fleeting pain,
And you cloudless bright,
But only in the immortality, - not vale.
20 September 1901