What is the evil deed I have committed?

Seducer, criminal—is this the word

for me who set the entire world a-dreaming of my poor little girl?

Oh, I know well that I am feared by people:

They burn the likes of me for wizard wiles

and as of poison in a hollow smaragd of my art die.

Amusing, though, that at the last indention,

despite proofreaders and my age’s ban,

a Russian branch’s shadow shall be playing upon the marble of my hand.