D. Gyunteru
You were showered with a star color
Her ceremonial spring,
Both were magnificently over the poet
Delight and woe are woven.
Opened sky over you,
You listened to fiery Chorale,
Day white with pale blue night
Dawn scarlet combined.
But in a peaceful blue bezrazdumnoy
charm dotsvelo.
And now - remained tender lines
And in a nimbus ashen brow.
Leaning on color poluuvyadshy,
Strive not tired you,
but continuing to stare, fallen angel,
The double, delicate features.
AND, may be, delirious creeping,
Mezhuyev unable to get around,
You topped with barbed
The climax of the forbidden path.
So, - Do not forget the crown of thorns,
Who prayed for the first time,
When the evening light disappoint
Expansion and light eyes.
19 Martha 1906
