(Trans. C. Iliescu)
Since you, my Lord
Know me through a confusion
Always mistaking me with other men
I will again
Communicate with you
Through the delirium.
I beg you, Lord, to hear my delirium
Today again as everyday
But first
Look at the desert where
I preach.
You like it, don't you?
Those idiots who echo me
Belong to a random convoy
Of lunatics
Who are not bound to stay, so please don't mind them!
