«Bound for your distant homeland's shore / You left behind a foreign clime / How long I wept before your eyes, / That unforgotten, grievous time. / Hands growing colder as they tried / To hold you back with me a spell, / My cry prayed you and heaven not / To break the anguish of farewel...»
«Oh if it's true that in the night / When living souls repose abed / And fallen beams of lunar light / Slide onto headstones of the dead... / Oh if it's true that then till day / The graves are opened in the earth, / I call the shade of Layla forth! / Come back, my dear! This way! This ...»
«Unfettered element! Farewell / Before me now one final time / You roll again that skyblue swell, / And sparkle with a pride sublime. Like an old friend's regretful sigh, / Like calls of fare-you-well through tears, / Your summoning sound, your sounding cry, / One final time now fills my...»
«Whatever heavy load it carries, / The wagon's light on steppe and street. / Grey Time, the coachman, never wearies / And never leaves the driver's seat. At dawn we jump inside the wagon, / Quite happy for our necks to break. / Scorning all soft delight and languor, / We yell "Get going,...»