Wasted work - no, you can’t reason with them.
The more liberal, the more vulgar they are,
Civilization is a fetish for them,
But her idea is inaccessible to them.
No matter how you bend before her, gentlemen,
You will not gain recognition from Europe:
In her eyes you will always be
Not servants of enlightenment, but slaves.

Design

The last cloud of the scattered storm!
Alone you rush across the clear azure,
You alone cast a dull shadow,
You alone sadden the jubilant day.
You recently hugged the sky,
And lightning wrapped around you menacingly;
And you made mysterious thunder
And she watered the greedy land with rain.
Enough, hide! The time has passed
The earth was refreshed and the storm passed,
And the wind, caressing the leaves of the trees,
He's driving you out of the calm heavens.

Kima Su

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