Can’t you believe in an apple-tree may not remember,
in spring how the fruits fell...
It blooms with persistent whiteness
And requires light after water —
 
To drink, and drink,
and drink in the life
And for the hundredth time, not to know that everything will pass.
I want to watch and admire
How an apple tree blossoms without memory!
 
Can’t you helping but imitate nature,
When it’s beautiful without embellishment...
As if for the last time — spring comes!
And you desires me— as if for the first time...