Doctor Laza

DOCTOR LAZA

Dr. Miodrag Lazić

He has been known

Among people as Doctor Laza.

I have lovingly

Called him Laki,

He was a brilliant man...

I am not going to recover from the shock soon...

I was sure I am all right

Only when he has been here somewhere, in the vicinity.

I loved his broad smile.

We loved the pub as much as our own house,

There were always people in it

For a nice talk or quarrel.

You could sit in the pub

And ignore the whole world.

Then the cafes came.

You could look there, as well.

Some acquired their eyesight there,

After that, they would get stuck in a pub.

We debated history,

Beginning from the Kulin Ban,

We rambled all around

Across our martyred fatherland,

From the Knin Krajina, over the Bosnian,

to the Timok one.

We pulled our meandering Drina straight.

We admired His Holyness,

Our Paja, who rode in heaven,

On the last Belgrade tram,

On the line from Vračar,

From the Temple of St. Sava,

To the centre of Prizren,

This old Serbian town,

To the Virin Mary of Ljeviš.

We said goodbye with the

Next year, in Prizren.

Dear Lord, should we really

In this world,

Admire the saints only?

It's The Good Friday today,

The Crucified Friday,

my mother used to say,

Looking at the Virgin Mary

Below the Cross.

And we are imprisoned.

We, who believed

In the end of the world.

And now, Laki,

What's left to us,

Crucified Christ and

The March to the Drina!

Niš, 17.4.2020.

(Translated by Slobodan Cekić)
Za Meju ♥