I and the young, and fresh, and love,
I'm in trouble, in anguish, and supplication,
green, mysterious maple,
Always bent over to you.
A warm wind will pass through the sheets -
Tremble from prayer trunks,
Facials, facing to the stars -
Fragrant tears of praise.
You will come under a tent
In those days pale sleepy
To gaze at the cute hat,
Dreaming in green shade.
You are alone, in love with me,
I Nashepchu mysterious dream,
And before the night - with anguish, with you,
I'm with you, maple zeleneyuschyy.
31 July 1902
