Toamna [English translation]

Silvery hoarfrost wave

Garnished my garden

The thyme bushes

Roots are drying

Over grove tops

Grey clouds carry their lead

With ragged ornaments

The corn shivers on the field

And as from, last night

The merciless wind comes

From the top of our shed

Wrests in flight a few shingle

From the profane whirlwind

The walnuts bend, the old ones

A lark chick is crying

Up on the shadoof

I listen to it and feel under the lashes

How a tear resurrects me

Our story resembles

Featherless lark chicks