...тъй плачех аз, а впила в мен очи,
тя тласкаше ме бавно, без умора
там дето вечно слънцето мълчи.
и докато отстъпвах без опора,
пред погледа ми някой се яви,
отвикнал сякаш да говори с хора.
Even so was I, faced with that restless brute
Which little by little edged and thrust me back,
Back, to that place wherein the sun is mute.
Then, as I stumbled headlong down the track,
Sudden a form was there, which dumbly crossed
My path, as though grown voiceless from long lack
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