Don't call. Without any summons 
I'll reach the shrine. 
And droop my head in even silence 
To your feet fine. 

I will your orders shyly listen 
And will remain 
To catch our meetings, short and instant, 
And wish again. 

I fell before your passions' power, 
Before its wave, 
Sometimes -- a serf; sometimes -- a lover; 
Always -- a slave.