In the enclosure of the bedlam there are some statues
Scrupulously sculpted by anonymous sculptors
Who have passed by and disappeared into the world,
Forgetting these works under the sign of nobody !
The sturdy stones begin to fight against each other in the pile
With their broken bodies moistened with green lichen –
A glory in the mud I saw:
Titans have fallen from sockets, posthumous decays !…
A world of profiles carved by a fine chisel –
With crashes, with defeats of their grandiose purpose !
An Anonymous World in which the Rock Top Mime
Creeps, is confused with the anonymous sculptor !
Sublime Michelangelo, look at your brave sons
How, locked in the rock, they are born to be slaves forever !
Tudor George, Pietrarii anonimi
translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus