«Oh, the flippancy, charming crime, / My companion, and my sweet foe! / You splashed laughter into my eyes, / Spiked my blood with mazurka flow. Taught that keeping the wedding band, / Doesn't matter, together or parting! / Willy-nilly to start at the end, / And to quit before even start...»
«Remembering the last night vision, / Caressed under a velvet throw. / What happen then? And who was winning? / Who’s overthrown? Rethinking everything all over, / Tormented over and above, / I could not name it, could not know it, / Or was it love? Who was the hunter, who was hun...»
«At sunset the crimson light weaves across the lake, / In the grove wood grouses cry with a strident clang. Out an oriole laments, holed up in a tree. / I alone don’t feel like crying, filled with joyful glee. You would slip away to me in the evening dusk, / We would sit in fresh cut hay un...»
«It makes me sad to look at you, / Oh, what a pain, or what a sorrow! / We’re left with willows’ copper hue / In this September chilly morrow. / / Strange lips have scattered and dispelled / Your body warmth and tender quivers. / As if my torpid soul repelled / The drizzle throug...»