Molitva
Molitva
Smagnem li ovo dubinom u vecernju
ili je tihi poj,
II' dubina se otvori gde bolelo?
Tiho po muci brodim, smerni rob.
Pakao meni, oce,
Boljezan, drucu na put,
Rastoci, o rastoci rana.
Dublje dno dusi no stradanju,
Bez dna rec ova smerna u vecernju,
Koren je ovo,
Crva mi, oce, u nagrizanje,
Rastoci,o rastoci rana.
Jer i pakao je tvoj
I propoje.
Zapalim toplo iz oporine tela
I koren po koren manje
Mome stradnju.
A Prayer
Darken I this with profundity
at vespers,
Or is it the soft chant,
Or did profundity open where
it hurt?
A humble slave, softly I wade
through suffering.
Hell to me, father,
Sickness, thorns on my path,
Let worms, oh let worms devour
this slave.
The soul's depths are deeper than
suffering,
Bottomless this humble word at
vespers,
A root is this,
A worm to me father for the
gnawing,
Let worms, oh let worms devour
this slave.
For hell too is yours
And sings forth.
Warmly I surge forth from the
body's incumbrance
And root by root ever less
Is my suffering.