Illusion

Illusion, you whore that collect your rags, paid by

The first ray of the Sun !

A couple of moments before the day breaks,

You’ll see dogs darker than the dark,

You’ll notice shadows radiating with gloom

And me,

Surrounded by a procession of ladies

Veiled,

And from their sweet mouths

Words then will flow,

Just like the fresh buds of the

Last hideout of yours.

Translated into English by

Vladimir D. Janković