They are incomprehensible, the things of this earth.

The lure of waters. The lure of fruits.

Lure of two breasts and the long hair of a maiden.

In rouge, in vermillion, in that color of ponds

Found only in the Green Lakes near Wilno.

An ungraspable multitudes swarm, come together

In the crinkles of tree bark, in the telescope’s eye,

For an endless wedding,

For the kindling of eyes, for a sweet dance

In the elements of air, sea, earth, and subterranean caves,

So that for a short moment there is no death

And time does not unreel like a skein of yarn

Thrown into an abyss.