The Grey, Dreary Sky

The Grey, Dreary Sky

By Vojislav Ilić

The grey, dreary sky…Down the fences old
Shrivelled bindweed dropped its leaves dry,
While on the ground, wind-battered twigs lie;
Drab fall keeps everything in its firm hold,
Everything is desolate and lifeless and grey.

It’s as if weary nature yielded to death’s sway,
And it silently passes away.

In quiet grief stooping, along the muddy road,
Moves a funeral cortege. A lean little horse
Slowly draws the hearse, its long neck bowed-
In the bleak drizzle, the cortege passes by, so
Solemn and slow.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Sivo, sumorno nebo

Sivo, sumorno nebo… Sa starih ograda davno
Uveli ladolež već je sumorno spustio vreže,
A dole, skrhane vetrom, po zemlji grančice leže;
Sve mračna obori jesen, i sve je pusto i tavno,
Bez života je sve.

Izgleda kao da samrt umornu prirodu steže,
I ona tiho mre…

A po kaljavom drumu, pogružen u smernoj tugi,
Ubogi sprovod se kreće. Mršavo, maleno kljuse
Lagano taljige vuče, a vrat je pružilo dugi —
I kiša dosadno sipi, i sprovod prolazi tako,
Pobožno i polako.

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