The gipsy shouted, changing his horse: "With a horse you are living free. Donít make out of me, me, With me there is enough me! Donít let your mood be spoilt groundlessly, Without gain donít trouble... I am not suited as an owner Of people and horses. Donít discuss with rascals, Run away from old wivesí advices... I take an oath that the horse isnít stolen And that it is of Arabian blood".
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018