ZEMLJA I PESNICI
Tako sam umorna i tako neizrecivo stara
Vekovima nosim ovaj bol, razočaranje
Vaša pohlepa, taština, ambicije
Zamutile su sjaj sunca, meseca,
Vaša sebičnost, gramzivost
Zaustavljaju božanski let ptica
Ne vidite plahost i ljupkost laneta
Ne osećate slatki junski miris lipa
Da li ste se ikada divili tkanju trave, cveću
I pitali se šta hoće da vam kažu
Dok ste gledali njihovu skromnost i lepotu
Da li ste ikada pomislili da ste i vi deo brda i dolina
I ponekad, kada vaše oči upijaju nebo puno zvezda,
Da li vidite koliko me moje prijateljice žale
Zato što sam natovarena fabrikama, smećem,
I obavijena dimom, dok moje more ključa i jeca
Ne mogu da vam oprostim vašu zlobu
Moji snovi su razbijeni
Ali, ipak sam tu, zbog pesnika
Hiljade i hiljade pesnika pevaju o meni
Oni kažu: -Nemoj više da se plašiš
Nemoj više da se plašiš, mi smo tu!-
I dok ponavljaju te utešne reči,
Predaju svu moju tugu svemiru,
Koji plače zbog tog ogromnog tereta,
Obnavlja, ponovo započinje,
Oprašta i zaboravlja
Ipak sam tu, zbog pesnika
The Earth and the Poets
I am so tired and so unspeakably old
I have been bearing about me for centuries, this grief, this disappointment
Your covetousness, vanity, ambitions
Blurred the glow of the sun, the moon,
Your selfishness, greed
Stop the divine flight of birds
You don`t see the fawn`s bashfulness and loveliness
You don`t feel the sweet scent of lime trees in June
Have you ever admired grass weaving, flowers
And asked yourself what they want to say to you
While you were watching their modesty and beauty
Have you ever thought that hills and valleys hold something of your own in them
And sometimes, when your eyes drink in a sky of stars,
Do you see the compassion of my friends,
Because I am loaded with factories, garbage,
And shrouded in smoke, while my sea is boiling and weeping
I can`t condone your wickedness
My dreams are shattered
But I am here, because of the poets
Thousands and thousands of poets are singing about me
They are saying::- Fear no more
Fear no more, we are here!-
And while they are repeating these comforting words,
They are giving all my sorrows to the universe,
Which cries for this huge burden,
Renews, makes a fresh start
Forgives and forgets
But I am still here, because of the poets
fear
(Prevod: Vesna Kovrlija)
Tako sam umorna i tako neizrecivo stara
Vekovima nosim ovaj bol, razočaranje
Vaša pohlepa, taština, ambicije
Zamutile su sjaj sunca, meseca,
Vaša sebičnost, gramzivost
Zaustavljaju božanski let ptica
Ne vidite plahost i ljupkost laneta
Ne osećate slatki junski miris lipa
Da li ste se ikada divili tkanju trave, cveću
I pitali se šta hoće da vam kažu
Dok ste gledali njihovu skromnost i lepotu
Da li ste ikada pomislili da ste i vi deo brda i dolina
I ponekad, kada vaše oči upijaju nebo puno zvezda,
Da li vidite koliko me moje prijateljice žale
Zato što sam natovarena fabrikama, smećem,
I obavijena dimom, dok moje more ključa i jeca
Ne mogu da vam oprostim vašu zlobu
Moji snovi su razbijeni
Ali, ipak sam tu, zbog pesnika
Hiljade i hiljade pesnika pevaju o meni
Oni kažu: -Nemoj više da se plašiš
Nemoj više da se plašiš, mi smo tu!-
I dok ponavljaju te utešne reči,
Predaju svu moju tugu svemiru,
Koji plače zbog tog ogromnog tereta,
Obnavlja, ponovo započinje,
Oprašta i zaboravlja
Ipak sam tu, zbog pesnika
The Earth and the Poets
I am so tired and so unspeakably old
I have been bearing about me for centuries, this grief, this disappointment
Your covetousness, vanity, ambitions
Blurred the glow of the sun, the moon,
Your selfishness, greed
Stop the divine flight of birds
You don`t see the fawn`s bashfulness and loveliness
You don`t feel the sweet scent of lime trees in June
Have you ever admired grass weaving, flowers
And asked yourself what they want to say to you
While you were watching their modesty and beauty
Have you ever thought that hills and valleys hold something of your own in them
And sometimes, when your eyes drink in a sky of stars,
Do you see the compassion of my friends,
Because I am loaded with factories, garbage,
And shrouded in smoke, while my sea is boiling and weeping
I can`t condone your wickedness
My dreams are shattered
But I am here, because of the poets
Thousands and thousands of poets are singing about me
They are saying::- Fear no more
Fear no more, we are here!-
And while they are repeating these comforting words,
They are giving all my sorrows to the universe,
Which cries for this huge burden,
Renews, makes a fresh start
Forgives and forgets
But I am still here, because of the poets
fear
(Prevod: Vesna Kovrlija)
