I once undressed an Ash Berry tree in Fall,
Placing a scarlet dress into the basket.
Radiant clusters of berries lie within,
A tree, now sorrowful and cold.
Rainfall flows around the branches,
Ice will dictate grids in winter.
Becoming frozen, there will be remembrance,
of the golden autumn that once was.
I have left you standing barren, naked.
Do not gaze with such depressed yearning,
You shall not stand like this forever.
Spring will grant you cloth of dress,
To be wed you surely will.
Composed by a Palekh Artist: Yevgeniy Zhiryakov
Translated by Paul Tyutin and Tony Bonacorsi