Ugledam na pločniku
Dječaka sa violinom.
Ugledam Dječaka tamnih očiju
I svijetle kose.
Sin...
Brat...
Skitnica...
I zapljusne me
Ledena strepnja
(gdje li si TI u ovom trenu?!)
-Moj Sin,
Brat,
Sanjalica...

Jeseni,
Budi mu blaga,
Budi mu mati,
Budi mu draga!

Molim te Goloruka
Bosonoga, Samohrana!

Molim te za sve Dječake
na pločniku,
dok mi u spletu vena
po jedna samotna čežnja
po jedna usplahirena strepnja
otkucava:
Da li je zdrav ?
Da li je gladan?
Da li je sretan?
...
Ugleda me
Dječak na pločniku-
Naslanja lice na violinu,
Gudalom miluje strune:
- Dobro je!
-Zdravo je!
-Sretan je!

I smiješe se,
smiješe se,
Dječak i violina....

Ema
The boy and the violin

I spotted on the sidewalk
aboy with a violin...
I spotted the boy with dark eyes
and fair hair...
Son...
Brother...
Tramp...

I’m splashed by
Icy tremble
- where are YOU at this moment?!
My Son
Brother
Dreamer...

- Hey you, Autumn,
Please be kind to him
Please be his mother
Please be a darling to him!

I beg you Unarmed,
Barefoot, Single!

I beg you for all Boys
on the sidewalk
while in my
bundle of veins
just one secluded longing
and just one flustered anxiety
is ticking:

Is he healthy
Is he hungry
Is he happy...
...
The Boy on the sidewalk
Saw me...

Abuts the face on the violin
Caressing the strings with a bow:

- It’s good!
- He’s healthy, he’s happy!

And they smile and smile,
Boy and the violin...
...

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Emilija Vasiljević - Translated by Darko Kotevski

Emilija Vasiljević