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


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


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