Troubadour
In the far country,
in a century of veils and swords,
the merry Troubadour rode his horse.
Among true friends
He was the most devoted friend,
and all around loved him
for his kindness.
The sky was filled with stars.
Night was floating above the earth.
Suddenly I met him
in yesterday’s dream.
He said, «I shall be true only to you
during the most black trouble
and in bright-coloured success.»
Morning has crept into my home
like a scarlet snake.
And today, too, I was mistaken
when I looked back at
a masculine figure!
No, it is not he!
O God, O God! I have forgotten his face!
I shall not be able to find
my fine, dream-time Troubadour!
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