From mirror's plane where clouds flow In a dreamy way I tried to force a path you go, The final quay. I see a mast in salty breeze -- You stand by side... You go by train -- a dusky heath Yields evening plight... The evening heath is set in dew, Crows are bold... I bless you: let you go to Four sides of world! Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April 1994, Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, July 1996.