Oblak
Oblak
U predvečerje, iznenada,
Ni od kog iz dubine gledan,
Pojavio se ponad grada
Oblak jedan.
Vjetar visine ga je njiho,
I on je stao da se žari,
Al oči sviju ljudi bjehu
Uprte u zemne stvari.
I svak je išo svojim putem:
Za vlašću, zlatom il za hljebom,
A on – krvareći ljepotu –
Svojim nebom.
I plovio je sve to više,
Ko da se kani dić do boga;
Vjetar visine ga je njiho,
Vjetar visine raznio ga.
Cloud
A cloud appeared suddenly
above the town
in the early evening,
watched by noone.
The wind of the hight swayed it,
and the cloud started to blush,
but people turned their eyes
to worldly matters.
And everybody was walking their way,
looking for power, gold or bread,
And the cloud – bleeding with beauty
Floated along its sky.
It floated higher and higher,
As if it wanted to reach the God;
The wind of the hight swayed it,
The wind of the hight blew it away.
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