La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu 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 frunti De snge Ce am de-alege oare n seaca-va Ce foc se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum trecutul cu glas de batalie Poporului Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si fruntile carunte de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad tronuri n marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti portalele-si deschide cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, sfinte vizionare Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua 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 sntem noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de dezbracata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English translation: Earth Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge your sorrow, you spirits, The curse I invoke The misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws To your forehead, instead of cattlebrand iron burnt in fire
In vain will be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued By putrid blood that What can I chose from your exhausted entity No fires from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you men walking
See, how urns now burst, the ashes Alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, they in steely armour And raise their noble foreheads gone grey Great and great cesar
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves are now crushed The of the inferno outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved Of grim who perish
Oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... Who another world on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the like this, and so we all are