Piano is deep and black,
as in the films of Wagner.
at it sitting is Gulchatai,
glowing with joyful wonder.
Queen could do everything,
conquered him in temptation,
turned him to kid again,
Lion of German nation.
And as a mild dog
looks he into her eyes,
music he reads in them up to sublimity.
and into Walgall goes the last god,
melting the world in sanctity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem