Wait, you wait, the Holy Hole,
O, my noose, my running knot,
My path— directed to my freedom!
It is heaven, or not!
No matter what it is
I, for sure, set my soul free
From this hell!

Wait, don’t move,
You Holy Loop
Staring at, the passenger, me
Don’t move, wave no more,
Don’t call out me
I am so tired you see
Creeping towards you yelling
From this hell!

Wait, my Holy Lasso!
You greedy impatient
I put up thirty years
And you cannot three!

(Verses go on.….. till Yesenin's last breath)