Blessed are those
Who can stare at evil as it is the sun,
With eyes half closed
Through a veil of black lashes
And the veil of lasting peace …

Blessed are those
Who are unmoved by discomfort,
Who cannot distinguish between dreams and reality
And who cry without tears …

Blessed are those
Happy, forever and ever
Who hear only what they want
The way they want
And as they want …

Let them be blessed forever
In their poor white shirts,
That suit them better
Than the insane in this poppy field
Awake …

Translated by Alma Jeftić and Maja Pašović

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