In the brain furrows
lies the strange hound, ailing to the core
and growling
at curiosity, poor puppy!
The heavy tarnishes
on its paws stick...
We fall, endlessly we fall
and bring forth incensed wasps.
And the crystal lady,
there she goes!
(Translated into English by Marija Girevska)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
forever falling...yes indeed whether it stings us or prostrates us nice piece mate :)