Desolation possesses my words,
Desolation pervades my affection;
The shaft of distraction's my verse
And my song is a call of dejection.
In the lonely and wearisome dawn
My star, yet unborn, is succumbing.
An unrestful sitar is my soul
Inconsolably weeping and strumming.
© Nikolai Liliev
© Yavor Dimitrov - translated
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