AT THE BEGINNING OF THE DAY

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

I wash my eyes and my soul,

comb my emotions,

tightly braid them –

so that loose strands

will not slip inquisitively

into streams and grave yards,

so that they will not catch on thorns,

fall into my eyes.

During the day,

while I work,

hair and feelings must be tightly bound.

In the evening I will let them loose.