BLAGOSLOV
stošest pesama o ljubavi
ČAROLIJA - Spell
ČAROLIJA
Podignem oči
na svim prozorima
upali se svetlost
podignem ruke
počne tiha muzika
otvorim usta
sve se pokrene
samo reč se u grlu zaustavi.
Spell
I raise my eyes
lights are going on
in all the windows
I raise my hand
lulled music starts
I open my mouth
everything’s moving
only the word sticks in my throat.
~*~
DVE ČAROLIJE
Noć budi dve čarolije
hiljade svetiljki koje pravimo
da bismo rasterali
sopstvenu tamu i jad
ili puštamo svoja mala
unutarnja sunca da nas ogreju
i osvetle ono što sunce
ni u punom sjaju ne može.
Two spells
Two spells are conjured up by night,
either the thousands of lamps we light,
each with its individual spark
to chase out sorrow, dispel dark,
or our small suns’ inner rays
living in us, each in each,
beaming where the sun of days
in all its radiance dare not reach.
~*~
SAN O LJUBAVI
Ako ti je ljubavi malo
voli jače, nežnije
voli nesebičnije
veselije
radosnije
jer:
ko da više
više mu i ostane.
Dream of love
If love fails to give you much
love then with gentler touch,
love with purer selflessness,
fuller joy
and deeper gladness,
for the more one yields
the more remains.
~*~
I DA ZNAŠ
I da znaš
da se dešava
da nebo
duboko
u zemlju
silazi
dešava se
a ti ne znaš
ni kada
ni kako
misao nestane
i duša se izgubi.
Just so you’ll know
Just so you’ll know
it does happen
that heaven
descends
deep in the earth
it does happen
and you never know
when or how
trought disappears
soul dissolves.
~*~
PREDVEČE
U sliku stoliku
nebo
nedoglednu senku razvilo
varkom
krčag
osekom ispražnjen
zreli plodovi
obrani
u krilo maleno.
Ničeg se ne sećaš
ni ptice
ni kiše
ni onog svetlog venca oko glave.
Predveče se tiho talasa
u vetar
u jedra
ono što smo izgubili
ostaje u nama.
I neka se ne vrati
srce
namenjeno slučajnom
uzalud se u pesmu zapretava.
Before dusk
In a multi-mirrored image
the sky
has rolled out horizonless shadow.
Trough a trick
the bowl is drained
by ebb tide.
Ripe fruit
gathers
in a little lap.
Nothing is left
for you to remember
no bird no rain
nor glowing wreath
around your head.
Last light before dusk
quietly eddies
into the sails.
What we have lost
remains in us.
Let it go for good.
Heart intended
for another
useless to smother your living fire
under the ash of a poem.
