Fragment (Migjeni)

... On the mercy of the merciless The little beggar survived. His life ran its course In dirty streets, In dark corners, In cold doorways, Among fallacious faiths. But one day, when the world's pity dried up He felt in his breast the stab Of a new pain, which contempt Fosters in the hearts Of the poor. And - though yesterday a little beggar, He now became something new. An avenger of the past, He conceived an imprecation To pronounce to the world, His throat strained To bring out the word Which his rage had gripped And smothered on his lips. Speechless he sat At the crossroads, When the wheels of a passing car Quickly crushed And... silenced him.