Oh, traveler! You are alone!
In the night, you followed a path never trodden before. Where does it wait for you, by the wayside?
I have hurried through the dew washed grass, touched by the light. You saw the sign in the sky and alone you went, And sought amidst the rippling music of the restless river
Where shadows play in the water. Waking then was like a dream.
Aus Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Selected Poems, Penguin, 1968