Those who will go back to the cow-cart's civilization
and will go back to the civilization of hand-made palm-leaf's fan;
Those who want to cross seven oceans and thirteen rivers on foot
and want to fill up the the east and the west with the odors of corpses;
Those who will go back to illiteracy
and will go back to the spells of witches, talismans and superstitions;
Those who think `dogs are more faithful than men'
and trust on the fate-ghosts more than on struggle, slogan and procession;
Those who will destroy people's dwellings with bulldozers
and then on that debris will build up the palace
for foxes and boars;
for those idiots, my poetry as angry as cobra and
as ferocious as hyena, bear sad news burnt in fire.