I enter into the dark temples,
Committing ritual poor.
There I wait Beautiful Lady
In the twinkling red lamps.
In the shadow of the tall column
Trembling with creaking doors.
And in my face looks, lit,
only image, a dream of Her.
ABOUT, I'm used to this rizam
Majestic Eternal Wife!
High running along the eaves
smiles, fairy tales and dreams.
ABOUT, Holy, Affectionately candles,
How gratifying your features!
I have not heard any sighs, not to say,
But I believe: Sweetheart - You.
25 October 1902
