«There's the silly elation, / The garden the windows look on! / Soundless sunset reflection / Swims in the pool, like a swan. / / Greetings, golden serenity, / Shadows of trees, black as tar! / Crows on the roof, in sincerity, / Hold vespers in praise of the star. / / Timidly, ...»
«You were crying on a quiet night, / Those tears in your eyes you weren't hiding, / I was so sad and so depressed inside, / And yet we couldn't overcome misunderstanding. / / Now you are gone, I'm here, on my own, / My dreams have faded, losing tint and colour, / You left me, and agai...»
«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 ...»