Death and time reign on earth -
You do not call them lords.
I know, poor, burden
You're tired of the century bear.
Ropschesh you to soulless time, –
I open my soul in a way.
There are raging storms incorrect,
Evil dreams fly, ringing.
Above you - Azure vsevlastnost,
Not in you - the radiant day.
But the mystery of silent visions
Rastsvetesh, updates grief.
All the dreams passing of decay
Young scatter Dawn.
15-16 September 1901