Farewell To Autumn

Again, Autumn leaves us. Somebody shouts «Trouble, Misfortune!» We shall not accuse the wind which has torn off all leaves. Autumn goes away imperceptibly, like the wife who no longer likes her marriage. She only will smile nodding affably, And from rain, as from fruit of the vine, we are already drunk. Leaves fly from trees like birds. We want to sing and love. We take a shawl as protection from a laughing blizzard and put it on the frozen linden tree.