Approach the wall.

Approach the stone.

Brush the wall and the stone with your face.

The white ball is the ball of the sun.

Friends are seen with the eyes,

which still miss them today.

We brought God on our shoulders.

Both are cut at the same level.

God shines on the earth.

You will piss on me.

from Z Arhilohom po Kikladih (With Archilochus by the Cyclades), 2004