What a snowfall was sent to us today!
The whole world is dressed in brilliant clay
It’s like the God has looked in hearts of people,
And every snowflake contains celestial epistle.

The day being slaved by the silence is nice,
It has frozen surprised and shining with ice.
All puddles, mud and petty lusts becoming flat
Because of joyful pranks of godlike coverlet.

I’m standing enjoying magnificent silence,
And houses back into this whitish darkness.
And it is not that snow falls on earthen sheet,
But the city is streaming tending to it.