Despite the difficulty of an English rendition where rhymes have to be abandonned, I have attempted one but will give hereafter a literal translation. Translation (AJ): The long sobs Of the violins Of autumn Wound my heart With a languor Monotonous.

All suffocating And pale when The hour strikes I remember The old days And weep

And I leave In the ill wind that carries me Hither and thither Like the Dead leaf.