You burn over the high mountain,
Not available in his teremu.
I primchitsya evening sometimes,
The rapture dream hug.
You, he heard me from afar,
His fire razvedeshsya vvecheru.
Status, Faithful dictates Rock,
Comprehend fire game.
AND, when among the darkness of sheaves
Sparks will be turned in the smoke, –
I umchus with firing circles
And I will overtake you in teremu.
18 August 1901
