The land is naked,
And the soul howls at the pale horizon
Like a hungry she-wolf. Poet,
What are you searching in the sunset?

Bitter to walk, because the road
Weighs heavy on the heart. The wind is frozen,
The night has arrived, and the bitterness
Of the distance!…On the white road
Some green trees are turning black;

In the distant mountains
There is gold and blood…The sun has died. Poet,
What are you searching in the sunset.

Note: First draft. Needs corrections.