Without you, Tyre and Sidon,
life has existed here for thousands of years and will continue.
We humans are like grass:
crushed, dried, withering, dying.
The land alone remains.
We humans are like ants:
squashed, destroyed, and again gathering in a pile.
From here, sometime, began the march to the Indus, who could have foreseen that?
Along the Via Egnatia Cicero went into exile
in Salonika.
Near Drama
Caesar's ghost appeared to Brutus
in the tent
on the eve of the decisive battle.
And fifteen martyrs were consecrated at Tiveriopol. Naum built a monastery
at the source of the White Like.
This land also gave strength to King Marko. And yet,
has it not suffered humiliation?
Everything is ordained -
we depart
but the land remains.