Selice

SeliceKroz noc i vlagu

divlje se guske sele jugu

i bolno kricu.

Osecam zelju da mutnu neku

napisem pricu:

kako odnose one sobom

na krila svoja bela dva

iz duse moje drago nesto,

a ne znam kuda,

i ne znam sta.

Migratory Birds

Through night and moisture

Wild geese go south

Crying in painful bale.

I feel like writing

A grim tale:

Them carrying away

On their two white wings

I don’t know where,

I don’t know what

Of my soul’s dearest things.

(Translated by Dimitrije Ignjatovic)

Migrants

Wild geese migrate to the south

honking and screeching

through the damp night.

And I feel the desire for some 

murky tale to write:

how they carried off

on those white wings of theirs

something from my soul,

but I don't know what,

and I don't know where.

(Translated by Pavle Ninković)