I'm pathetic in deep powerlessness,
But you clearer and prettier.
There beating azure wings,
Trembles familiar song.
In a fit of insane and sweet,
The burning anger desert,
Dover bottomless mysteries
Your eyes, light Maiden!
Puskaj not avoid nevoli,
Let hopeless loss, –
Are you here, non-source in the vale,
Bezgnevno looked once!
March 1902
