Some wizard, very bad and sly, Had separated mind my own, From real nature my – And that is why I cry and moan. But if he sometimes fells asleep, While lost his magic awful, Great nature is not more joyful, It doesn’t create of me a slip. Always sincere one and mindful, She’ll quietly approach me. In her, as bottomless as sea, I see a grace of all that’s marvel. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March, 2001