Fane of wealth [Templul bogăției]
A giant made of stone, majestic like the sun,
With ten imposing gates inviting everyone,
Seems easy to go in and there is no surprise
That soon in front of it arrive so many guys,
But when they reach this fane so cherished by the dead,
The gates become deep pits and cannot tread ahead,
Only that man can go, who knows to bend his back
And crawl with much more skill along the narrow track!
poezie celebră de Alexandru Macedonski, traducere de Octavian Cocoș
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