The Poet Declines His Fame Poem by Nicolae COANDE

He turned around and said - I have known everything
but I came too late.
Now in the age of iron, no message enlivens
my voices
the voices speak well because I speak in multiple voices
but in a single language
the language from which you all come like chicks destined
to be orphans
and the first abomination they see, they call mother.
I have known everything, they praised me like the Messiah
they sent succubi to convert me
to suck my Sefirot marrow.
They published me, made me famous, gave me drinks.
I wiped the floor with them. I came
too late.

Translated by Emil Sîrbuelscu