I dedicated this poem to my beloved while I was far from her—in Altai.
To my Beloved.
Cold arrows pierce the heart,
The soul is clenched in steel vices.
I no longer feel myself whole
In the claws of ruthless gray longing.
Long days and cold nights.
How are you there? Have you not forgotten me?
Remember that I need you very, very much.
I shall live only preserving your image.
The day has ended—I feel joy.
Now you have become one day closer.
Your kiss is a precious sweetness.
I will meet you, and all the shadow will melt away.
Yes, I will wait. For all those long years
I waited for you like a gift from the gods.
Here, amidst endless nature,
I am drawn back to the eternal hum of cities.