I was waiting for him in vain for many years.
It seems this time to sleep.
But the inextinguishable light shone
Volume three years in Palm Saturday.
My voice faltered and died away –
With a smile in front of me stood a groom.

And outside with candles people
Slowly walking. Oh, even prayerful!
Slightly scrunched April thin ice
And the voice of the bell above the crowd,
How prophetic consolation, sounded
And the black wind the lights shook.

And the white daffodils on the table,
And red wine in a glass flat
I saw as it were, in the dawn mist.
My hand, smeared with wax,
Trembled, taking kiss,
And she sang blood: Blessed, rejoice!