«Lovely night, I will never retrieve it, / And I won't see my sweet precious love. / And the nightingale's song, I won't hear it, / Happy song that it sang in the grove! / / That sweet night is now gone irrevocably, / You can't tell it: please come back and wait. / Autumn weather ha...»
«I do not regret, and I do not shed tears, / All, like haze off apple-trees, must pass. / Turning gold, I'm fading, it appears, / I will not be young again, alas. / / Having got to know the touch of coolness / I will not feel, as before, so good. / And the land of birch trees, - oh my ...»
«The tired day droops, slowly waning, / The noisy waves are now tranquil. / The sun has set, the moon is sailing / Above the world, absorbed and still. / / The valley listens to the babbles / Of peaceful river in the dale. / The forest, dark and bending, slumbers / To warbling of the...»
«It's sad to look at you, my love, / And it's so painful to remember! / It seems, the only thing we have / Is tint of willow in September. / / Somebody's lips have outworn / Your warmth and body trepidation, / As if the rain was drizzling down / The soul, that stiffened in congestio...»