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SONCE SE SMEJE
Sonce se smeje mrlicem:
Vi
s pekocimi lici
in s srci pekocimi,
z ustnicami vrocimi,
prepevajocimi
sveti Pravici.

Trdi asketi
v jopicih modrih,
z mislijo, trdno
v bodocnost uprto,
in z resignacijo
v crnih oceh.
Jaz sem razkosje.
The Sun Laughs
The sun laughs at the dead
You
with burning cheeks
and with hearts burning,
with fervent lips
chanting
to holy Righteousness.

Rigid ascetics
in blue coats,
with a thought firmly
fixed upon the future
and with resignation
in black eyes.
I am luxury.