Has putting nets into dull waters, To mantic hum of dark lime-trees, A silent, thoughtful maiden watches Scales of the fairy fish in streams. They, with an animal’s emotion, Bend to a ringlet their tails, Or strew the blue-green of an ocean -- So simple, transparent, light and frail. In her delight failed to expose The whole image, fixed by eyes, She waits when, like a golden rose, The head of Orpheus will rise. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 2000