La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, Blestemul l mizantropic, cu vnata lui gheara Ca sa va pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va mndria n stocite, n stinsi de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De snge Ce am de-alege oare n fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce fara sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de Roman Cum se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti portalele-si deschide cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, firi vizionare Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cnte(zboare) Ce o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dnsa noi.
Si singur si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de viata Un strv sfsia...
[English translation: Earth Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I shall The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand With burnt in fire
In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and In eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By blood that died can I ever chose from your exhausted entity No fires free dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you men walking
See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry Of the empire See the far-off shadows, they in steely armour And raise their foreheads that gone grey Great traian and cesar
The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the chain of slaves Together are now The of the inferno outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants grim who
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the to sing... Who create another world on this of mud and grime Fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the like this, and so we all are