(Sonnet)
Erratic, she wandered everywhere,
with various turns of incessant flight,
an ambitious little thing whose longing
was only for a nectar-filled orchard..
And continuing her career, .
night came and found her in sleeplessness,
and already in my house, in her ambition and zeal,
she took the lamp for a spring flower.
And her fast wings spinning,
eager to embrace her fiance,
she went flying straight to the flame of the oil lamp;
and was turned to charred fragments.
I saw her later, and I sighed, exclaiming:
It is a cheating idol, this life!