Don't intimidate with god's fate
Don't speak about the great northern emptiness
Now we party together for the first time
and the party is named - difference
What about it if we don't meet the morning
if the moon doesn't wander above us
Today I pass gifts to you
which were never heard of
My reflection in the water before night
When the stream doesn't yet sleep
Nobody could rise into the gaze
Stars back to the sky
Echo's wilting sound
which once was summer-fresh -
So that you could hear without faltering
Crows' gossiping around Moscow
And a moist October day
Would be prettier than May...
Remember me, my most precious
At least up til the first snow