It is mysterious so much, This autumn, that pleased my eyes With maple crown and smell of flowers And raises me, again and again. And foliage rustles and I am Fanned by it's clear breath It is refined charming fragrance Reminds me the taste of wine And strange scent of her perfume And easy breeze of her fabrics Attracts me giving tenderness I feel her gloomy sight Through her lowered eyelashes And her transparent tears Melt in palms, as white snow.