As unfamiliar as a speckled autumn's leaf,
Bright, full of sensations,
Not to name a single one, not to examine closely,
Not to hear they little talks;
As unfamiliar as another lady's purse,
Do not know what is inside or how much she's been paid.
As unfamiliar as an immigrant in a foreign land,
I pass you like a fallen leaf and do not take from you,
You are not my hearth,
You are a tacit stranger in my land, I do not hear you at all.