September

What mortal silence in the evenings and mornings
How late sun through the mist suffers violence!
Speckled page sheet over the ground oats,
And it is as if everywhere to bid farewell.

It is as if the sweet steps disappeared
Here Nora aside, here at the knee pines,
Naigi and spiders over their tracks
Already norasotu parvilkuši silk.

Heart of this great solitude of yeast
Where a second heart to feel the hot face,
And that the forces would not go away sad,
It adheres closely to his friend.

evening

Golden sun sinking boat
And twilight shadows are born,
Such a small cloud
Another burning sārtin pink.

Give your dear hand,
Top of the page will open your eyes,
Yeast holds it debestiņu -
It is our good fortune shines.

yet you do not know!

You still reaping the benefits of roses
Nenotvīkdama,
Yet you hair plugs
They unintentionally.

Yet you smile
The whole world,
Yet you do not know
Of their beauty.

It will take a while brief,
And you nosarksi,
Groves stand in the corner
Searching for flowers.

And you are plūksi
A single,