«The river-time, in its fast currents, / Bears away all people’s deals, / And drowns kingdoms, kings, and countries, / In the forgetfulness’ abyss. And if, due pipes’ or lyres’ greatness, / Shall anything remain of that, / It shall be gobbled by the endless, / And shall not dodge...»
«He’s risen — Highest God — to do the judgment, fair, / Of the earthly ones in their whole band; / How long — he sad — how long will you else spare / The unjust and wicked people in your land. Your sacred duty is to make support for laws, / To make no favor to the strongest ones...»
«Like a gad-fly, the others’ woe’s: / You’d wave away it — still back it goes, / You’d go out — it’s late to go, / It’s in the air that’s hot and raw. / You’d try to breathe — it strangles you here. / It is possessed — it does not hear, / It comes… in nights...»
«You say to me that I am mute — / But you’re the jealous one and loud. / I’m not a wolf nor Paris — wood, / But life from life can’t be seized out. / Yes, I’ve been there, where dark and gray, / Like a pine forest of old stone, / Making great noise, Great City stays — / ...»