Содержит набросок стихотворения на английском языке .

Magi
Mr Magi, leave your temple,
Take your sack
onto your neck;
Every star in sky ensemble
prouds its birth
and waits for wreck.
Every man survived at sunrise
Peers at Sun with childish faith,
Keep(s) its light in proudful face,
And takes on his cross of violence.
Magi, drop you gold to victim
While he's young...