“I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon, Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves, Who twists thy dreams, so soon... And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves Still trembling, in the night, amidst the tune Who fills my grief, with silent heaves, Embracing howls of trees, into the moon Along with copper statues, over dusty sheaves...
O, my beloved, pale moon!.. I lay my soul, upon your silver grave In which I find my peace, so soon... And yet – I’ll be the only slave Of silent wind, when cries of loon Will tell you I was brave - And thus along my path, their tune, Amidst the faded dreams I could not save!..”