Now a forgotten loner's best to be,
Withdrawn and lost, not caring anymore,
In this sad country, brimful with humor,
Now a forgotten loner's best to be.
Oh, saddened prodigies who die galore
In heathen circle lacking sentiment,
For this you're famous in the Orient,
Oh, my sad country, brimful with humor...
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: George Bacovia
