The heart would like to be a star -- Not in a night, when from the darkened skies These heaven's bodies, like the living eyes, Look at the sleepy earth so far -- But in a day, when screened, as by a smoke Of the ever scorching sunny rods, They burn just brighter -- like the gods -- In the ether, crystalline and stoic. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2000