I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness,
In the worries of noisy vanity,
A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
And I dreamed of sweet features.
The years passed. The rebellious gust of storms
Dispersed former dreams,
And I forgot your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.