Zdaj sedet grem pod drevo, pod borovce,
tam na gorskem sedlu, koder veter
s pticami lovi se zdaj po nebu.

Sedel bom tam, naslonjen na res hrapav les;
misli se mi bodo, v vonju smole, umirile.
Veter mi bo božal roke
in z očmi sledil bom črni kavki, ki se z vetrom tam lovi.

Sam sedim zdaj pod goro, a v resnici samo je telo,
a v srcu vem, da nisem sam, z mano so vetrovi,
z vrhov pa se spuščajo plazovi, zadnje snežno pokrivalo.
Srečno moje je srce le zakaj bi hodil dol z gore?!

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Now I'm going to sit under the tree, under the pines,
where the wind whispers secrets in the sky,
the solitude surrounds me like a cozy shrine,
and my heart feels light, lifted up high.

The rough wood against my back, a sturdy wall,
as I sink into the scent of pine and earth,
the wind gently brushing against it all,
guiding me towards a sense of rebirth.

I watch the black jackdaw dancing in the breeze,
a graceful display of nature's harmony,
and in this moment, my soul feels at ease.

Connected to the mountains, wild and free.
Alone yet not lonely, in nature's embrace,
I find peace in this sacred, serene space.

Tomaž Jevšenak