Longing

Longing

By Desanka Maksimović

I’ve dreamt that you are coming:
For the night air is sweet, trees are abloom,
And new flowers are born every day;
For gentle smiles on the water they play,
And the spring skies with joy they bloom;

For poplars burst with buds as though
To reach for the sky with a sweet ache;
For in the soul of plants love is awake,
And fruit-trees are clad in fragrant snow.

Because of you longing is felt in the air;
God has adorned all nature to greet you.
Flowers, waters, mists, high trees, too,
And all things wait for you everywhere.

Do come! In a swarm my dreams fly to
You. Do come, for my soul is full of woe!
Come! For all things a smile will bestow
And all things will tell how I long for you.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Čežnja

Sanjam da ćeš doći:
jer mirišu noći, a drveće lista,
i novo se cveće svakog jutra rodi;
jer osmesi ljupki igraju po vodi,
i proletnjim nebom što od sreće blista;

Jer pupe topole, i kao da hoće
k nebu, pune tople, nabujale žudi;
jer u duši bilja ljubav već se budi,
i mirisnim snegom osulo se voće;

Jer zbog tebe čežnje u vazduhu plove;
svu prirodu Gospod za tvoj doček kiti.
Cveće, vode, magle, jablanovi viti,
sve okolo mene čeka te i zove.

Dođi! Snovi moji u gustome roju
tebi lete. Dođi, bez tebe se pati!
Dođi! Sve kraj mene osmeh će ti dati
i u svemu čežnju opazićeš moju

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