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, it cries and moans. What can I do? – The others’ woe’s. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001