Prsten

Prsten

Sve ono što se sakriva u ništa

Svetluca sjajem netaknute rude;

Što ne postoji, moglo je da bude

Ili postoji izvan odredišta.

U rudi prsten, da venča prisustvo

Nepostojećeg s prepoznatom javom;

U rudi vatra, da proključa lavom,

Neiskušano kad hoće iskustvo.

Sve ono što se sakriva u ništa

Dodiruje me na ivici bdenja

Da me opomene, il da me menja -

Tako u krošnji stabla koje lista

Iza visokog zida gubilišta

Pevaju ptice. Namera je ista.

Ring

All that's in nothing concealed

Shimmers like virgin ore;

It never was, is no more

or is in another realm revealed. 

In the ore a ring, binding witness

to the marriage of reality and dream;

In the ore a fire, to boil with lava

That which desires experience.

All that's in nothing concealed

Touches me where clarity falters

Both to warn me, and to see me altered - 

Thus in a budding canopy above the plane

Behind the high wall of steel

Birds sing. The intention is the same. 

(Translated by Pavle Ninković)