Creative bug

Loomepisik
Üks loomepisik unest virgununa
käib segaseina ringi veel

Mu sõbra rahulolus midagi on mäda
-ei pisik teda nakatanud pole veel.
Kas arvama ma peaksin:
"Küll on hea, et haigust seda ta ei põe."

Kus võtab selle sära-jõu
geeniusmees, kes muusalt tiivad saanud
ja lendab taevavõlvil pilvedest ta kõrgem.
Näe istub ühes ingliga.

Sõber sipelgana omi käike teeb
ja kõhib puhtaks kurgu viirusest.
"Ma täna olen terve mees"
"Kas nakatama peaksime me teda
haigusesse hullusse?"

Kuid väike pisik- viirus selline,
see ihub ligi.
Ta hindab sõbra terast silmavaadet.
Läeb trell ja pahtel nurka
ja loomepalvemaja poole surkab,

Creative bug

One creative bug,once woken up,
will still in circles go.

With my friends complacence there is something wrong,
- that the bug has not affected him - not yet,
Should I think:
"how good it is,he does not suffer from this disease"

Where does he take this shining strength
Genius man, wings gotten from a muse.
And he flies through the heavens
above the clouds,and lo,
there he sits with one of the angels.

Friend, like an ant,circles around,
and coughs throat clean of the virus,
"Today I am a healthy man"
"Should we really infect him with,this
disease so mad?"

But the little bug - a virus like,
It grinds closer.
He appreciates Friend's eye view
Throws the drill and plaster to the corner
and runs amuck to the creative house of prayers.