I
Above the Capulets' and the Montagues' houses,
Shaken by thunders, rinsed by the rain,
The calm eye of the blue.
II
Looks at the ruins of the enemy clans,
At broken gates of the gardens -
And casts a star from the heights;
III
Cypresses say it is for Juliet
And for Romeo - this tear from beyond
Falls... and soaks into graves;
IV
But people say, people learned and certain,
That these are not tears but rocks,
And - no one... ever awaits them!