One who creates will never curse you
For your joys are little candles,
And your outcome is the aureole.
Weak children are born by joy,
And its offspring will perish quickly,
But poems fired by pain,
Burn like lights in the distance.
(Translations by Antun Nizeteo and G. Marvin Tatum, (Journal of Croatian Studies, XX, 1979, – Annual Review of the Croatian Academy of America, Inc. New York, N.Y.))