Poet, – you are not understood by people.
Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly.
Your eyes are raised to the heavens:
Turquoise Eternity is with you.
With you, above you she
caresses, kisses soundlessly.
Washed with azure, the spring
monotonously rings in your ear.
She caresses, kisses soundlessly.
Although people, exactly the same, surround you,
you – are eternal, free powerful.
O, laugh and cry: in the blue,
like a pearl, scattered clouds.
The sunset has burned down to a strip
there the heart does not need fire:
There like a frosted narrow border
is stretched a string of pearls.