A worthy inquirer thus once proceeded to ask another:
Who is that what is it, pardon me,
Where is it
Whence and
Whither
This
Bosnia
Tell
The questioned one then swiftly replied thus:
Bosnia, pardon me, there is such a land,
Barren and barefoot, pardon me,
And hungry and cold
And, on top of it all,
Pardon me
Defiant
From
Dreaming.
Mehmedalija Mak Dizdar