The delicate evening flowers br Have opened their hearts, br And their petals are trembling br On the gentle wave of fragrance. br br Let this scented wave engulf br The shore of your consciousness, br Let the maroon muslin of twilight br Become a layer of your skin. br br Then feel how the fingers of shadows br Gently fondle your each contour, br And how some autumn leaves undulate br To the rhythm of your heartbeat. br br Submit to this tranquil hour, br Which is serene as a silent prayer.