Canti paralleli: No. 6, Snow over the Mountains

Over the trees, the pale autumn Softly murmurs a dull tune, Doleful and sweet...

It has snowed lightly over the mountains, As if the migrating white birds

Have shed their tender feathers there...

What are you waiting for, my despondent heart? There is no return for your bygone loves;

Sit alone before your cup,

Caress your memories and weep alone...