«All of us — righteous and sinners, / Born in prison, raised at the altar, / All of us are funny actors / In the theater of the Creator. The Lord sits on His throne, / Merrily follows the show. / Brightly on His sumptuous gown / Sparkles and golden stars glow. Oh, how easy and pleasan...»
«All deserts are one tribe, from the beginning / of time, but Arabia, Syria, Gobi — / they're only ripples of the vast Sahara / wave that roared its satanic spite. The Red Sea heaves, and the Persian Gulf, / and Pamir stands thick with snow, / but Sahara's sand-floods / run straight to...»
«Unmoved by bullets, confrontations, / Unmoved by songs of celebration! / And so I gape, with admiration: / “What people! What a nation!” A nation — such, that with elation — / A mouthpiece of vastness stationed — / A poet, gapes with adoration, / Dumbstruck: O, what a nation! ...»
«Tears in the eyes appear! / The cry of love and pain! / O Czechia in tears! / O blood that mires Spain! O mountain of grime, — / All colors rendered black! / O Lord, it's time — it's time — / To give your ticket back! Refusing life — I'm done. / In Bedlam of non-men, / I ...»