«With you, I will not drink wine. / All because, you’re naughty and sly. / I know — it’s normal for your kind, / To kiss any girl beneath the night sky. But we have — quiet, peaceful skies / By God’s grace. And there’s no command for bright ...»
«The evening at the desk, in peace, / The page is white beyond repair. / Mimosa smells of warmth and Nice / A large bird flies in moonlit glare. / And, plaiting my braids for the night, / As if I must wear them tomorrow, / I stare at the sandbars outside / And the sea, no longer in sorr...»
«In my long dark braids interwoven / Is a delicate silvery strand, — / Voiceless nightingale, such torment, / Only you could understand. You hear everything around you, / Ruffled, breathless, gazing straight / At the willow’s fronds — astounded, / If a stranger’s song is played....»
«"Sister, I have come to take your place, / In the forest, by the fire’s blaze. Your hair grew gray. Over the years, / Your eyes were dulled and fogged by tears. You don’t grasp the bird song from afar. / You don’t see the summer lightning or the stars. Your tambourine no longer plays ...»