«From the semi-dark hall, suddenly, / You slipped out in a weightless shawl — / We disturbed no one, / We did not wake the sleeping servants...»
«From the pool of light, suddenly, / you slipped out in a thin shawl — / we disturbed no one at all, / roused not a servant from sleep...»
«Out of a half-lit room, at once, / Shrouded in zephyr, you dashed out ready. / We didn’t trouble anybody, / We did not wake up sleeping maids.»
«O, heavens, you will be my nightmare / It can’t be that you are so fully sightless / And day burned down like a piece of paper / A bit of smoke and a bit of ashes»