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
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
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)