O, my God, if You befriend me
like you brag to saints in force,
may Death take with written order
not my parents, but my horse.
O, my God, if You befriend me
don't all crazy fools endorse -
may Death take with written order
not my children, but my horse.
O, my God, if You befriend me
don't you poison my due course -
may Death take with written order
not my lover, but my horse.
O, my God, if You befriend me
like you always loudly said,
in good ink do soak your holder
and before you go to bed
send to Death a written order
while it's sharpening the knife:
may I be, O Lord, the stabbed one
and my horse be left alive.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Spiridon Popescu
