«I was in love with you, but, may be, dear, / Love didn't die away inside of me. / I don't want to grieve you, I'm sincere, / But I was tormented by jealousy. / Oh, I admired you without hopes. / Love wouldn't worry, I swear by God, / And nobody would adore so, / Oh, so sincerely, as I ...»
«I loved Thou... Yet the love, may be, / Have died out in my soul not all, / But I decided not to worry Thee, / I want to sadden Thee with nothing. / I loved Thou soundlessly, hopelessly, / I was parched some time with the timidity, / Some time with the jealousy, / I love Thou so unaffe...»
«Ja ljubljah vas, ta ljubav možda nije / ugasnula u mojoj duši posve. / Al neka ona vaš mir ne razbije, / a ni ja neću da vas tuga kosne. / Ja ljubljah vas i beznadno i nijemo, / čas mučen grižnjom, a čas nemirima, / ja ljubljah vas i iskreno i nježno, / dao vam Bog da još gdj...»
«What means my name to you?.. 'Twil die / As does the melancholy rumour / Of distant waves, or, of a summer, / The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh. Found on a fading album page, / Dim will it seem and enigmatic, / Like words traced on a tomb, a relic / Of some long dead and vanished age. ...»