You, despair of my life,
Without flowers in front of me without tears!
In polusumrake days and nights
Unanswerable and terrible question!
You, sunrise alarm minutes,
Incomprehensible, solemn rumble,
Where muffled sounds grow,
Where Invisible Guardian sighed!
you nurturing, I am now call:
Show me, l soon dawn?
That's really shook dark door,
I ran up the fading light.
1 April 1902
