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Reci mi nešto što je šuma Reci mi nešto što je more Ko zna šta je to što treba reći Bos i gorak potucaš se od reči do reči Vatra gorča od dima Pod čelom ti gori Ona će ti pribaviti mnoge počasti Ako ne sagoriš pre vremena Ali ako budeš hteo Da učiniš stvarnim tuđe reči Da pohvališ tuđe srce Onda ćeš zažaliti što si pesnik Jer pesma se ne piše ona se živi Pesma nije pesma ako nije radosna Ko nikad nije pohvalio tuđe srce Taj se predao na milost i nemilost rečima
Beda poezije
Beda poezije
Poverty Of Poetry
Poverty Of Poetry
Tell me something that is forest
Tell me something that is sea
Who knows what should be said
Barefooted and bitter you stumble from one word to another
Fire more bitter than the smoke
Under your forehead burns
It will provide you many honours
Unless you burn out too early
But if you wish
To make others' words real
To praise others' heart
You will regret being a poet
Because you don't write the poem, you live it
Poem isn't a poem if it's not joyful
Those who never praised others' heart
Have surrendered to the cruelty or mercy of the words
(Translated by Aleksandra Milanović)
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