What sorrow ! I am turning into, I lost my dog "Tussi" to day. My best friend, my flesh, my clothes. Ay, my linen shirts ! My thighs of poppy ! Leave my heart in peace, this morning...

Far below the river sings:
A ruffle of sky and leaves.
The new light is crowned
with flowers.
Oh sorrow of my dog !
Clean sorrow, always alone.
Oh sorrow of secret riverbed
and remote daybreak !
Don't remind me of my dog
for the black sorrow springs
in the land of the alves.