تحملين زهرة في يدك / لا أعرف إن كنت ستعطيني إياها. / أما الزهور التي على وجهك / فتعرفين كيف تحتفظين بها - Fernando Pessoa

كم هو بئيسٌ أمل أن تكون موجودا وحسب ! / كمن يمرّر على الشعر يده / وهو يشعر في ذاته بأنه مختلف ، / كم من ضرر يلحقه بالحلم حمل الحلم ! ـ

Autopsychography

The poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to feign as pain
The pain he really feels,

And those who read what once he wrote
Feel clearly, in the pain they read,
Neither of the pains he felt,
Only a pain they cannot sense.

And thus, around its jolting track
There runs, to keep our reason busy,
The circling clockwork train of ours
That men agree to call a heart.

Ah, poder ser tu, sendo eu!
Ter a tua alegre inconsciência,
E a consciência disso!