You love this world, yes - love! -
to read it to Iosif?
to them insanity has come?
by questions he is slaughtered.
Touch in the flesh!
the world is tender - wisdom!
See it is glowing with rays!
Where is your snowy kingdom?
which emanates from all the verse,
when it's dictated by an angel.
Why things about flesh - to be born?
The world below is in the rags disheveled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem