In an hour, when intoxicated daffodils,
And the theater in the sunset fire,
In the last scenes of the penumbra
Someone goes to sigh about me…
harlequin, forgetting about the role of?
You, my doe tihookaya?
Breeze, bringing the field
Light breezes tribute?
I, clown, in shiny ramp
Emerging into the open hatch.
This - the abyss looks through the lamp -
Insatiably-greedy spider.
AND, while intoxicated daffodils,
I grimace, spinning and ringing…
But in the shadow of the last scenes
Someone is crying, sparing me.
Gentle each blue mist,
Ubaûkan Katselo substance.
Lonely prinikshy to wounds
Legkoperstny smell the flowers.
26 May 1904. WITH. Shakhmatovo
