You set my rusty leaves
with the frost in a silver basket
to pay my debt in tears
for I have loved and hated soon.
I believed your moment’s dream
to grab the offered wealth
but I woke up as a leave
in the fruit paradise, in hundreds.
For ever we remain in debt
do not leave my path ever again,
I had enough of cold and barren night
and winter’s sadness, so you understand.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu