Na stolu kruh

Bread on the Table

To stand in front of a white sheet of paper,

Not a single word on it, and know:

Men have written so far millions of poems

In all the languages of the World

And for millions of people on Earth

There is a weapon ready to destroy them —

But you want your cry to be heard as well:

Peace to the World! Freedom to the World!

And let there be bread on the table for all!

(translated by Dennis Ward)