I
'If you search for me? -the Truth cries - 
Then with temporal passions, 
Untie your knot, you son of the earth! 
Or you will never see even a shadow of me…"
II
Then strong Popularity will shout in response: 
'Come! -with temporal passions
Unite, you tardy son of the earth: 
My name? ... action, truth? ... vanity! '
III
Farewell, both of you -goodbye! 
I am summoned by dreams to the cemetery moss; 
I do not wish to see this vain Truth, 
Nor that Popularity, with no conscience.                

 
                    