«The bureaucratic trees stand, / Almost reaching into every house. / Their wandering is long over / They are behind bars and under locks. / The crowded boulevards roar / Pressed in tightly by houses. But now all the doors are opening / A whisper travels all around: / The Ivanovs are he...»
«By gates of an abode, blessed, / A man stood, asking for donation, / A beggar, cruelly oppressed / By hunger, thirst and deprivation. He asked just for a peace of bread, / And all his looks were full of anguish, / And was a cold stone laid / Into his stretched arm, thin and languished. ...»
«Пред портите на храма свят / за милост чакаше беднякът, / от жажда сух, изпит от глад, / едва бе жив, сломен в бедата. За къшей хляб протегнал длан / и погледът му –...»
«My lonely heart athirst, I trod / A barren waste when, so 'twas fated, / A winged seraph 'fore me stood: / Where crossed the desert roads he waited. / Upon my orbs of sightless clay / His fingers lightly he did lay. / And like a startled eagle round me / I gazed and saw the earth surro...»