Wanderer of verse, restless pen,
Why can't you dream on your journey?
Every poem in earthly life
Brings its fancy, its own travail.
Rest in dust, welcome the whisper,
caress you long for and wait in vain.
Bring eternal poetry to the gloom,
your dawns are equal to the night.
Free yourself from anguish and helplessness,
fear neither love nor dawn,
nor the touch of the persistent winter,
your new poetry germinates in solitude.
Empty verse, torn word,
our loneliness, momentary pains,
another day, another night, another hour,
whisper in my ownerless dreams.