Moja misel je še sredi vročega poletja
še vedno moja glava je na sončni plaži
a telo zmrzuje, trese me, drhtim od mraza
z mislimi sedaj sem v topli kadi.

Božanske plaže so sedaj le sanje, davne,
sneg, veter, led me bodo zdaj obdali,
z mislimi sledil jim bom skoz snežne pajčolane.
Za v novo leto, nove, vroče kraje bomo poiskali.

Vendar v tem mrzlem, vznemirljivem zmrzovanju,
svetloba življenja še vedno utripa in gori.
Opominja me, da ne smem kapitulirati,
po pomladni obnovi moj duh hrepeni.

Čeprav telo in um morda nista eno, prestal bom
to mrzlo zimo, do poletja me bo v mislih grelo.


My mind is still in the middle of summer,
Lingering on the warmth of sunny days,
But my body betrays the season's cumber,
Shivering in the cold's unwelcoming ways.

The beach's caress now feels but a dream,
As I'm consumed by winter's icy bite,
Wondering if this frozen state will deem
My very existence lost to the night.

Yet, within this chilling, unsettling state,
A glimmer of life still flickers and burns,
Reminding me that I must not capitulate,
For spring's renewal my spirit yearns.

Though body and mind may not be as one,
I'll weather this storm until summer's sun.

Tomaž Jevšenak