Spring was carrying their gifts,
Soul asks to freedom,
Under zelenevshie tents,
breaking the shackles, rushing water.
Then, free from the bustle,
Away from the abyss of earthly evil,
Sick, effeminate poet
I heard a kind word.
And for a long time in the throes of nature
Poet stores memories
About sounds heavenly deity,
He was called to the silence.
And proudly songs pour again,
Full of unknown harmonies,
And his new god - Love -
He gives mighty verse.
But the secret will rest forever
At the sound of songs and sonnets,
And a new force lives
The creations of the young poet.
13 January 1899
St. Petersburg
