Wspomnienie [English translation]

Fall begins with mimosas

Golden, brittle, and gentle

That is you, you are that girl

Who came out to me onto the street

The hall had the smell of your letters

When I came back from school out of breath

And bright angels followed flying after me

In the streets in the easy fall

The yellow helicrysum, the October, they remind us

with mimosas of the transitoriness

That's you, you are my one and only

You came to the cake shop in the evenings

Sleepy because of praying, because of fainting

I cried in the park with whispered words

The autumnal youngling shimmered out of the little clouds

Like in May thanks to the golden mimosa

Oh, I slept with him with tender delightful

dreams, and he was fading in the morning

Playing with one's former springtimes in dreams

Like with that golden, like with that fragrant bunch of flowers