Through the
streets
the night
starts
a race
to the target
the best
dreams
with the
laurel wreath
on the head
unpack
How lovely
are available
the start
the faces
of unknown
in the dance
moving
women
oleh
jalan-jalan
malam itu
bermula
pertaruhan yang
Perlumbaan ke
mengikut
di
sasaran
terbaik
impiannya
dengan
laurel kalungan
di atas kepalanya
untuk menunjukkan
Betapa indahnya
ada di hadapan
permulaan
wajah-wajah
oleh tidak diketahui
dalam tarian
bergerak
kaum wanita
In the deep
canyon
of the self
the watershed
in whose
rolling Stones
thunder
From Earth
an island
with shutters
hands
a mountain
and the
Forest in
the primeval times
built back
Fil-fond
Gorge ta
ta ‚l-awto
l-ilma
vaġina
li fiha
ġebel tat-tidwir
u ħsejjes
tal-ħamrija
gżira
ma bare
idejk
muntanja
u l –
foresti fl
l-etajiet
lura
mibnija
nga despots
moemoea ano
ia
te
e malu’i
Ka tango ratou ia ratou ano
pūngāwerewere ia
paihana
i roto i te hoko
Ka rite ki taua
o
whanoke
nga kopiona
peia Armoured
ratou atu
i roto i te
ake tonu
te rongo urupā
If the
soul food
is missing
show
the children
how one
from collected
grain
the street
the bread
of life
the baking
in words
knead
should
जर
आत्मा अन्न
गहाळ
दाखवा
मुले
कसे
गोळा पासून
धान्य
रस्ता
ब्रेड
जीवनाचा
करण्याआधी
बेकिंग
मध्ये
शब्द
मालीश करणे
करील
The own
being
changes
ransacked
from the hurricane
the soul
its floods
none
knows what
to him
Heart
for which he
care and pray
if he so
the next
Shore happy
winning
свои
да се биде
промени
од
претура
од ураганот
душата
нејзините поплави
ниту еден
знае што
за него
срцето
е
за што тој
грижа и молитва
без разлика дали
тој
така
на
наредните
брегот
среќен
освојувањето
өмнө
өөрийн
эцсийн
хүн бүр хүсдэг
танхим
ганцаараа байна
өөрсдийнхөө төлөө
байна
Тийм учраас
Ногоон руу нь
нь
өөрийн
Орой нь
тулд
шөнийн
дээш
хэдэн хором
мандах
од
харах
In particular
between
Not
haughty
become
even if
to all
the inner
balance
The soul
to be in
our mind
find us
De kloof
opent
wanneer de
dochter
de grote
moeder
zichzelf
de man
zegt niets
Een ongeboren
kind
in de ondergrond
van het bestaan
in hun
armen
weegt
With anger
on the
table edge
to beat
In order to
Traitors and
villains
to unmask
One should
beware
they live
all in us
even in the
own
garden
Med sinne
til
bord
kant
å slå
så
Traitors og
skurker
å avmaskere
man bør
å være forsiktig
de lever
alt i oss
selv i
egen
hage
Often my soul tells me
take care of yourself
and it will be hard for me
I could make your way
to disturb
If I were not only man
such a little
also so I bless your days
where it leads you
and steers
Muitas vezes minha alma me diz
cuide da mulher
e será difícil para mim
Eu poderia fazer o seu caminho
incomodar
Se eu não fosse apenas homem
um desses
muito pouco
também para abençoar seus dias
onde é
você
derivações
e novilhos
The quiet
contact
while sleeping
The dream
Your breath
goes quiet
and deeply
still
skin on
skin
During the day
would
The snuggling
Fraud and fraud
Treason
et quietam
contactu
somnum
per somnium,
vestra
respirare
sequitur quietam
quod
abyssi
ecce consistunt
detractaque pelle est
pellis
in die illo
esset,
est
semper inhaerere
et dolum
perduellionis
In the women’s house
look after
Nine sisters
With equal
blond
Curly hair
and face
Women the
Men do not
Beautiful enough
are
They take
Willful in
the duty
The devotion
The ugly
That its
nudity
From shame
conceals
The core
The true one
His
beauty
the skin
Not penetrated
The laborious
heavy laden
come
In droves
To go through
the touch
In itself
the peace
to find
der ëmständleche
di éisträichesch
kommen
an droves
ze droen
de
Schlëff
an selwer
Fridden
ze fannen
The inner world
is there
no obligation
The hunger
of humanity
with a
amt
to the
better
To seal
One may
To be there
The whole
Nature the
microcosm
Its daily
doing work
And serve
As far as one
The capable
The small world
in the
One lives
Also can
ny ao anatiny
izao tontolo izao
misy
tsy misy adidy
ny hanoanana
ny olombelona
toy ny
manam-pahefana
ny
tsaratsara kokoa
hanisy tombo-kase
ianao
azo atao
misy
ny rehetra
toetra ny
microcosm
ny isan’andro
manao ny asa
ka manompoa
Raha ny iray
ny mahay
ny kely izao tontolo izao
ao amin’ny
mba hiaina ny
ihany koa dia afaka
*
The old
House
in the city
on
slaughterhouse
Not fermented
dreams
Up to under
the gable
the emptiness
rotted
bedstead
Between the
wind
the leaves
faces
Lost shadow
covered
From the forest
Among the
leafy crowns
Women
Her fists
Just around the
rescue
Of their children
Before the hatred
The abuse
Of the men
and the others
where the
Fallen
Find
Around
Their
children
of distress and
from affliction
With the gesture
As a reminder
an end
to put
