Sonnet Poem by Primož Čučnik

Forgive me for being so inconsiderate
praise from the people close to you matters most
love is a rushing homeland on a bicycle
and war only frightful news on people's tongues

under coats stone particles crumble
these don't overlook anyone's weaknesses
but try and do whatever makes you satisfied
fear is the forger of someone else's money

the body is an inner tube filled to the brim with air
the universe an airless prisonhouse of the mind
whoever dies won't say another word

is war merely frightening news on people's lips
if only everyone did what made them happy
change is a rushing homeland on a bicycle

Translated by Ana Jelnikar and W. Martin