"Loneliness at the Lone Island,
Beyond the many-leafed spring,
And rustle of reed, and leaf
Dry, flying from the sky.

In the morning - snow over the sleeping sea
Will melt in misty air,
And you will see a holy dream
For recalling lost knowledge.

And in desert will you find
The last treasure you possess:
Winter of years, happiness -
Loneliness at the Lone Island.
"