The sweetness of poverty like this…
To lose everything
yours, even the egoism of being,
So poor that you can
only belong to the crowd…
I gave away everything
mine, I spent all my being,
And I possess only what
in me is common to all..
The sweetness of
poverty like this…
I am not lonely any
more, I am dissolved among equal men!
I have walked. Long my
way
The emphatic mark of my
steps
Remained on ground wet
with morning dew.
