«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. ...»
«What's in my name? It's soulless, / It shall expire, like the dismal roar / Of waves that hit the distant shore, — / Like nighttime noises in the forest! / Upon the memo sheet, in grief, / Its imprint in the stillborn gloom, / Much like the writing on the tomb, / In foreign language ...»
«Oh what a night! There’s biting frost, / There are no clouds on the coast; / The azure arch, a woven plaid, / Is dazzled with the frequent stars. / All homes are dark. And every gate / Is safely locked with bolts and bars. / And all is peaceful as of late. / At last, the marketplace ...»