Translated by: Zoran Ančevski
1.
Pain is variable beauty
History happens
When a tear trickles from my mouth
After the long journeys
Night rains
Await me
Mysteries
2.
I again smell the mown grass
Fragrance rises from the the steps of the Bacchantes
Illuminated Sky in the Night
A traveler who travels Nowhere
Without the shadow of the Universe
I wake like a mystic
And announce a miracle
I voice the heights.