Are not you ashamed! You, so do not shy,
You, in verse singing new moon,
I Driade, and glohnuschie trail, –
Scared little witch!
He frightened her amber eyes,
these children, too scarlet sponges,
Fearing its insidious charms,
I did not dare to drink a cup of sizzling?
I was scared fiery poison
bright eyes, where only a spark is seen?
Frightened girl curly?
ABOUT, poet, you shall be ashamed!