«I seek salvation. / My fires blaze on mountains’ far heights — / The realm of night is in a glare. / But brighter blaze my spiritual sight / And You’re afar — but are you real there? / I seek salvation. The starry choir sings solemnly in skies, / I’m cursed for good by ever...»
«I slow was losing my poor mind / By doors of her, with whom I’m crazy. / A day was followed by a night, / Just making my great thirst more blazing. And I was crying, tired with / My love, was deafening my moans; / And it was doubling in a mist — / The mad thought with its low goals...»
«It’s lifted up — this iron pole — / Over our cursed heads, And we / Are flying o’er the abyss, awful, / Through space where none can something see. But stronger are the winds, us bear, / And closer the sad end of race, / The more dazzling is and clearer / Seen the sweet shining ...»
«I’ve to return to my great battle; / Revive my spirit, sleep my flesh! / Let’s change with days, in prayers settled, / All these days of the happy flash! But let’s save, in our soul, gladness / Of those so happy days, / Caresses of the black-eyed maiden / And the footlights’ en...»