You won't teach me how to curse,
No matter how much waste their strength!
The heart will continue to mourn
In lonely grave…
ABOUT, do not be sad: your work is useless.
No matter how jealous beysya:
Host centuries erase the generations, –
The heart may live!
Abyss - my soul; your heart
Hidden in the desert…
To the free world is my aspiration…
World near you only, goddess!
1 October 1899
