«He flaunts by a lot of bright rings on his hand — / The symbols of girls’ hearts subdued by his brand. / / There the diamond exults, and the opal there dreams, / And crimson of the ruby so whimsically gleams. Yet on the insipid hand there is no my ring, / To no one ever I will give ...»
«Les uns échangent des caresses de regards, / Les autres boivent jusqu'aux premières lueurs, / Mais moi, toute la nuit, je négocie / Avec ma conscience indomptable. Je dis: "Je porte ton fardeau, / Et il est lourd, tu sais depuis combien d'années." / Mais pour elle le temps n'existe pa...»
«You thought I was that type: / That you could forget me, / And that I'd plead and weep / And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, Or that I'd ask the sorcerers / For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: / My precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I w...»
«Under a dark veil she wrung her hands... / "What makes you grieve like this?" / I have made my lover drunk / With a bitter sadness. I’ll never forget it. He left, reeling, / His mouth twisted, desolate... / I ran downstairs, ran into the courtyard, / Managed to catch him opening the g...»