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.

(Edward Goy)