«Behind the cloudy horizon — just / like future in my heavenly chart — / who can see if the coming gusts / will bring a rest for my heart. Or the grey clouds returning / will bring more dread to my heart. / The old wounds, fireless burning, / old sorrows again will smart. Behind the...»
«No regret I feel, no pain, no sorrow, / Blossom blows away, a song is sung. / Overcome by autumn gold, tomorrow / I myself shall be no longer young. You'll not throb, heart, as before, but tremble, / Feeling chills that you have not yet known. / In bare feet you shall no more be tempted /...»
«The river quietly dreams. / Dark forest stands still. / Crake doesn’t scream. / And nightingales don’t trill. It’s a night of silence. / The rill hardly makes a sound, / While moon’s brilliance / Silvers everything around. Silver shines the river. / Silver shines the rill. / ...»
«Tears... again these bitter tears, / For broken dreams that flew far away, / For dreaded sadness that nothing cheers, / For new darkness, that nothing keeps at bay. What is to come? More such torment? / No, its enough... It is time to rest, let go, / And to forget the sounds of lament, / ...»