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Lenkiuosi šiandienos gyvenimui
Tačiau tarp mūs riba iškyla —
Tai, ką vadina jis nesąmonėm,
Man kelia vien tik džiaugsmą tylų.

Garbė, didvyriškumas, pergalė —
Tik blankūs žodžiai ir kankynė,
Jie — varpo dūžiai, sielai perduoti,
Kaip balsas Viešpaties dykynėj.

Kaip neprašyta nugalėtoja
Ramybė mano namą lankė;
Norėjau nuolat būti ietimi
Achilo ar Nemrodo rankoj.

O ne, aš ne herojus tragiškas, —
Esu ironiškas, nemielas,
Nirštu aš tartum stabas magiškas,
Tarp porceliano figūrėlių.

Jis galvas garbanotas pamena,
Kurios jį šlovindamos lenkias,
Žynių maldas didžias ir aimanas,
Baikščias girias, kai žaibas trankos.

Keistai liūdėdamas jis juokiasi,
Sūpuokles nejudančias regi, —
Ten damai su biustu prinokusiu
Raliuoja piemenėlio ragas.


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