La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, Blestemul l mizantropic, cu vnata lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce Cu ars n foc...
O, mndria n vinele stocite, n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe nvinetite De snge Ce am oare n seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce fara sa-mi minta O, oameni de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Poporului Cum se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad tronuri n marea de urgie Se deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti Infernul deschide cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, sfinte vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta de noroi (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,) si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toate-s praf, cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi.
Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul cata n inima-omenirii de viata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English translation: Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand With iron in fire
In vain will be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads By putrid blood died can I ever chose from your exhausted entity No fires from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men
See, how urns now burst, the resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs 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 great
The rotten thrones are swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves are now crushed The gates of the outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants who perish
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are