Rúfus, Milan: Krása
Kto povie, prečo
Who can tell why
the warriors painted their shields?
Who can tell beauty
how deep it is in us?
- So deep,
so deep that we scare death with you
as with a cockerel.
In our world locked in from all sides
don’t abandon the poet.
Don’t show him the magpie on a wheel.
A little nest of talk, full of a glittering...
There’s sadness with him and sadness without him.