In the mist the night is in slumber. Silent star
Flickering, lonely, through the veil of clouds. 
Sorrowfully ringing their bells in the distance, 
Herds of grazing horses.
As night clouds my changing thoughts
Fly above me, disturbed and gloomy;
There are gleams of hopes in them, which were once dear, 
Which are long lost, long dead.
There are regrets in them... and tears.
Thoughts rush along endlessly;
At times, transformed into features of a loved face, 
They call for me, awakening in my soul former dreams again, 
At times, merged into black darkness, full of silent threat, 
Frighten my timid mind with the future's struggle,  
And I hear in the distance life's discordant noise, 
Laughter of the soulless crowd, the muttering of treacherous feuding, 
The irrepressible whisper of life's banality,
And the grim ringing of death!..
A rising star, as if full of shyness, 
Is hiding her bright face in a joyless mist, 
Like my future, mute and impenetrable.