Covered in leaves.

 Lubomír Tomik

 Covered in leaves,
 covered with a clever stingray,
 in green leaves,
 sleepy.

 Until the caravans go astray,
 until the sand
 does not stain with blood,
 drops of sea, salt, sweat,

 Your tongue,
 is on their tracks.

 In the fallen leaf,
 her body
 withered,,
 beautified.

V listí zalitá.

 Lubomír Tomik

 V listí zalitá,
 vychytralou trnuchou přikrytá,
 v zeleném listí,
 ospalá.

 Dokud neodejdou karavany běd,
 dokud se písek,
 nezbarví krví,
 kapky moře, soli, potu,

 Tvůj jazyk,
 je jim na stopách.

V opadaném listí,
 její tělo,
 uschlo,
 zkrásnělo.