Here came. Obscured
all elegant, all friends,
And my soul entered
In terms of its intended.
And under the hot snow groan
Blossomed your features.
Only three of rushes noisily
The snow-white oblivion.
You waved bells,
He carried me away in the field…
Smothering black silk,
He opened sable…
And about that there will Freestyle
Wind cries along the river,
And ring, and go out into the field
bells, yes lights?
Golden tightened your belt,
Arrogantly humble wild eyes!
Let the moments of all deceived,
Sink into a flaming fire!
So let the wind will
sing cheats, sing silk!
Let no one ever knows people,
How to narrow your hand!
As for the dark vualyu
I opened the distance for a moment…
Like over white, snow dalyu
Pala dark veil…
December 1906
