I only remember that she was
Innocent and slender,
And that her hair was
Warm as black silk
In bosom bare.
And that before dawn the tender
Scent of the white locust imbued us.
All gloomy I recalled it by chance,
Because I love:
To close my eyes and keep silent.
Next year, when the locust spreads
Its scent, who knows where I will be.
In silence I feel
I will not be able to recall her name,
Translation by Ljiljana Parović