Terrify me, my god,

I need your anger.

Abruptly rise from the tide,

don't be dragged down by nothing's drift.

I, thrown by a horse,

and hardly visible from the dust,

I play with great torture's knives

that don't belong in the hearts of man.

I'm fiery, like the sun,

I lit such a flame – take it!

Shout: it's forbidden!

Strike my hand with your thunder.

And with your revenge or grace

convince me: that innocence is sin!

For being such an innocent

burns me more than hell.

I roll like the bite of a wild, yeast drooling

sea, when I lie alone.

I already dare everything,

but nothing results from nothing.

I hold my breath in order to die,

if you don't hit me with a mace;

and that's how I look into the eyes

of your manfaced absence!

1937

translated by Michael Castro & Gábor G. Gyukics