Nineteen-Year-Old Whitebeards Poem by Yavor Kostov

Author: Yavor Kostov
Translation from Bulgarian: Sarah Kostov

Thinking about
the fatuity of life,
in the streets walk
nineteen- year- old whitebeards.
In a hurry for somewhere
they talk about the thing
they all lack,
They talk about life.
They look at something idly
in directions different,
seeking for the only one-
the Cross of Golgotha

Thinking about
the fatuity of life,
in the streets walk
nineteen- year- old whitebeards