Many items, maybe, will be proud To be sung by my poetic voice: That is, wordless, roaring around, Or eroding stones underground, Or forcing its way through smoke’s coils. And I want to take into account Fire, wind and water, so far… That is why my dreams, as I have found, Suddenly would spread such extent out, And lead me after the morning star. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, July, 2002