Behind the fog, behind the forests
Lights - lost,
Food wet fields -
Again glimpse from afar.
So Bludyan lights
late at night, over the river,
Over pechalnыmy meadows
We meet with you.
But at night there is no answer,
You go in the river reeds,
Carrying a light source,
Again, from afar manish.
14 June 1901
