«I see, I see the crescent’s bow / Behind thick groves, shine out, / I hear, I hear the knocks below / Of shoeless hooves resound. Don’t welcome sleep, — what, even you? / You can’t forget me yet, / And haven’t grown accustomed to / Your cold and empty bed? At night, do I not ...»
«We paced the house, stricken, / Not waiting for surprises. / They brought me to the sick one, / I couldn’t recognize him. He said then: “Praise the Lord,” — / And pensive again, withdrew: / “It’s time to take that road, / I’ve waited just for you.” You haunt me still so...»
«I came up to the forest of pines, / My path was long, the sun beat down. / Pulling the doorway curtains aside, / He, gray-haired and humble, came out. The seer gazed at me and zealously, / He uttered: “Bride of Christ! / For the prosperous, feel no jealousy, / For your place is up in ...»
«Thus others to the wounded crane / Call, “Kurlee, kurlee!” humbly. / As the autumnal fields remain / At once both, warm and crumbly… Thus, for me, ailing, a call resounds, / The golden wings are beating / Somewhere from the dense low clouds / And from the thickets, pleading: “I...»