and things by universe
in complete freedom created
at dawn of Word
only the human remained uninhabited
framed in pain to spell himself
until the end of time
first wedded in joy
to observe infinite spaces
and the possibility of existence within
everything for which
he was made
od svega nastanjivog
što se svemirom
iz čiste slobode
u osvite Riječi rađalo
nenastanjiv osta samo čovjek
da bolom uokviren
do kraja vijeka sebe kazuje
radošću prvovjenčan se
prostore beskrajne osmotri
i u njima mogućnost bivanja
sve za šta stvoren bi
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