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)