Beyond the mountains, forests,
Over dusty roads,
Over the hills burial -
Under other skies tsvetesh…
And when zabeleet Mountain,
Dol dressed greens springtime,
I remember with sadness unearthly
All my former, like yesterday…
In dreams you know sad
And I squeeze my hands
Arcane thy hand,
Repeating the name of the remote.
30 September 1915
