...Grant me, Heaven, Another shred of shagreen leather before I'm ...

And a lovely woman's adoring glance
where crazy,
Hazy,
The gold flakes dance-
Her wildly courageous,
Defenseless stance.


Just one more sweet thing
With her dreams and pains,
Just one more grand spring
With gales,
With cranes,
With rising water
And heaving breast,
With changing weather
And work without rest.


And above all that,
I beg you grant,
Just one more bear-lair,
Just one more hunt.


And then till autumn
It won't be far
With golden tresses,
Dim eyes of stars,
With voice whose sound
One's ear caresses...


Then, for fate no match,
One more winter we'll snatch.

Oh, how simple it all is.
Simply makes me cry !