Nastasimir Franovic

My tercel

Click my peregrine, fly off high
Fly off the dunghill you blind chicken
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Waiting for the morning

Imperceptible, drop by drop.
Dew is coming,
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Swallow

A swallow landed on my window.
She came early morning with a chirp
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Moj sokole

Klikni sokole moj, uzleti visoko
Uzleti s bunjišta kokoško ćora
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Lastavica

Na prozor moj sleti lastavica.
Podranila sa cvrkutom.
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Stone
Stone on the stone
Remembrance
Turned into stone / petrified /
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Kamen
Kamen na kamen
Spomen
U kamen pretvoreno
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Eyes
Your eyes
My eyes
No sound, no motion
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Tvoje oči
Moje oči
Bez zvuka, bez kretnje
Tišina u našim očima
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Like a woman without children.
Solitary stands an old vine.
Ghostly like a night shadow.
Cursed like a bad crop.
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Kao žena bez poroda
Samuje stara loza.
Sablasna poput noćne sjene.
Ukleta kao nerodna godina.
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The night is my concubine.
A silent companion to my thoughts.
A night under the stars.
Truth in dreams.
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Noć je moja prilježnica.
Mislima mojim tiha saputnica.
Noć pod zvijezdama.
Java u snovima.
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Bumbar
imali smo po pet godina
nas troje prije šezdeset godina
i ko bi se sjetio toga dana
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we were five years old
the three of us sixty years ago
so, who would remember that day
when we buried Bumblebee
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jul, podnevna žega
nedelja pred ručak
i to glupo dozivanje
ručak!
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July, midday heat
Sunday before lunch
and that stupid calling
Lunch!
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Od versi mojih ispletoh ti vijenac.
U spomen na suzu tvoju čistu k'o zdenac.
Tebi što si mi verse čitala duge
i pričala što se krije iza pjesnikove tuge.
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I wove a wreath for you from my verses.
In memory of your tear, as clean as a well.
To you for reading me long verses
and talking about what is hidden behind the poet's sadness.
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