La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vnata lui Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce Cu ars n foc...
O, mndria n vinele stocite, n ochii de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege oare n seaca-va Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept sa-mi minta O, oameni de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n marea de Se deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de n doua parti portalele-si deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde ce pier
O, sfinte vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe lume de noroi (Noi tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dnsa noi.
Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care n inima-omenirii de dezbracata Un strv sfsia...
[English translation: Earth Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I shall The misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws To your forehead, instead of cattlebrand With burnt in fire
In will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued By putrid blood that What can I ever from your exhausted entity No fires free dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you men walking
See, how urns now burst, the resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs with the Of the empire See the far-off shadows, they in steely armour And raise their noble that gone grey Great traian and cesar
The thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno 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 and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are