I will not go to the people to meet,
Frightened censure and praise.
Pre One you otvechu
for this, that all life was silent.
I understand the silent,
And like facing ears:
Behind the words - through the muffled rumble
Wakes up bright Spirit.
I'm going out on a holiday of silence,
My face will not notice.
But me - lurking knowledge
About love Thee without end.
14 January 1903
