There were nights refusing my sleep;
Poems didn't come, and wine glasses empty,
And lonely stones piled up in my heart,
Tears falling with candle drops silently!...

Who has stopped here long ago, then took off
To thousands of stations, and hundreds of waters?...
I'm so young and growing with hopes,
Day after day, the foolish widow.

Will you return, or ever come back?
Am I forgotten? Or should I stop yearning?
I wish to follow you on thousands of strange roads,
Like silky moonlight - never ceases shining!....