A muddy motion of hatred haunts me
When at rest – it drives the butterfly from my breast
When in haste – it drives me from its sight
A treacherous fiend
In the dark hours
Enters the bed of those without sin
Uproots the bright boundaries
In their harmonious souls
Even in destiny –
The frozen whispers of horizons
O strange energy of confinement
that subdues my faith
you guard my illusions
Even the great magus from the east
Saw himself in a dream
And could not explain
Which wing was drowing in the silt of the heart
Which still flapped in the elsewhere –
Always and again
In the judgement day of the ascending chrysalis
Translation: Z. Anchevski, D. Bowen, D. Mihajlovski