Sit with me by the table, fragrant with the forest.
I shall lit tiny candle. Mares shall run astray!
Sit with me as we used to! Do you still remember?
Very often I feel you, as if you had stayed.

Into two wooden goblets golden mead I'm pouring.
Drink with me as we used to - to the happy days!
You're so gorgeous and tired, I'm so vain and saddened.
Who had stolen your image - into mists, away?

And your eyes - purest beauty! Into them I wondered!
I remember that sunlight in the eyes of thine!
Vanished thou! And I also have become a memory.
Sit with me! There is nothing but the silent pines...

Greenhithe, 17th of May 2012