My soul is a humble captive
it was captured by your soul! – captured,
my soul is into two quiet eyes
My soul asks you and conjures:
it begs; – I look at you; – a century has already passed…
Your soul, an enchantress, is silent.
My soul is struggling in hunger and thirst,
but your soul is not responding
your soul – a kid and deity…
“Enchantress”, Yavorov
