the fire is for You a beloved magic

which You are easy able to give to the people like gold

the love of the people is an overjoyed day-dreaming

dear Titan You like the people against Zeus deeply

the human-being made from tears and clay is admiring You

the eternal dreamer and the cloudy rider so delicately

thanks to humane skills – we know them anyway

with Apollon You go on a journey of silvery cranes

 

just Ibycus´ and Zeus-like voyage homewards

trough the spiritual eternity full of melancholy

 

mountains of Caucasus are no longer the mental curse

an eagle as well as a vulture were forever killed

by Heracles who counts always the Apollonian legends

Your philosophy has revealed the bliss

Be kind and dreamful my dear friend of poetries!

the wonderful crane is leading thousands Ibicus-men into dream

where Prometheus and spring muses can live

Your little charming shine seems to be infinitely beautiful