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
Surrounded by a procession of ladies
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