Pustite me kako ja hoću!

Zašto uvek jedno i isto,

Zar baš mora biti jasno i čisto,

I svuda propisan broj?!

Ta pesma nije akt, i mis'o nije slovo.

A duh traži uvek novo,

I hoće da bude svoj.

Ritam će kroz muziku reči

Probiti sebi pute, I otići u pravi kraj;

U pesmi zakoni ćute — Pustite osećaj!

Why always in this same old manner,

Has it got to be that clean and proper,

Always the number ordained?!

That poem isn't an act, a thought is not a letter.

The soul wants something new and better,

Yearning to be unrestrained.

Through the melody of the wording

Rhytm shall open its way, and go straightly to the right land;

In a poem the laws are silent - let feeling a free hand!

(Translated by Slobodan Cekic with the help of Marino Miše)