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.

SONCE SE SMEJE

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.