«Like a white stone at bottom of the well, / One memory, one memory lies in me. / I cannot and I do not want to struggle, / It is true joy and it is suffering. I think that anyone who looks into my / Eyes immediately will see him. / More sad and pensive he will then become / That heard...»
«The first ray — as the blessing of the Lord — / Across the face of the beloved did creep, / Who, sleeping, went a little pale, / And then again more tightly went to sleep. It seemed that warmth of ray of sun / Appeared unto his vision like a kiss... / And long with these my lips I hav...»
«I was born not late and not early, / This time is blessed and meet, / Only God did not allow a heart / To live long without deceit. And from this it is dark in the light room, / And from this do the friends I've sought, / Like the sorrowful birds of evening, / Sing of love that was not.»
«Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked, / I look with worry on the chambers dark? / Already used to ringing high and raw, / Already judged not by the earthly law, / I, like a criminal, am being drawn along / To place of shame and execution. / I see the glorious city, and the ...»