I want you to remember me again, Not as a long epistle, but a quatrain, Nor as a longitude of the continuing rains, Rather as flooding over roofs a short rain. And then, let you, who has remembered me, Hear no steps of jade that’s tired, rather The ringing thud of Cabardinian steed… Let it be so – I don’t want another. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2001