From "Elegy of an Herald" (I)

I'm just a loner who smiles in the night's nakedness;
I'm just a spirit who unwraps the world's appearance.

Among the silence and the shades,
I can crown myself,

And my eyes will reveal,
The unhappiness's true essence.

I just ask not being interrupted when,
The wind had given his last whisper;

I just ask to be the Guardian when,
Mocking ghosts are on my way.

Right now, the Moon is the mother of the Honest,
And she is singing her song again;

She will never lie about my desires!

From Darkness I can create,
So Daylight will say,
If Everything is going to be great!