She May Be Asleep

She May Be Asleep

 By Vladislav Petković-Dis

This morn I could not remember a song,
That all night in my sleep I was listening to;
Today I’ve tried in vain to hear it anew,
As if the song was my only joy all along.
This morn I could not remember a song.

In my sleep I knew not the waking might,
That the Earth needs a sun, morn and light,
That by day the stars lose their robes white;
That a pale moon glides into the dark night.
In my dream I knew not the waking might.

Now I can hardly say if I had a dream,
And some eyes, someone’s sky therein,
A face, maybe the face of a child, within.
An old song, an old day, old stars all agleam.
Now I can hardly say if I had a dream.

No more can I recall a thing or those eyes:
As if my dream was made of foam wholly,
Or as if the eyes were my soul beyond me.
Or a tune or all that in my dream did arise.
No more can I recall a thing or those eyes.

But I feel, and to feel is all I’ve ever known:
It is precisely those eyes, now truly feel I,
That in life I’m strangely led and haunted by:
They visit me in a dream to see if I’m alone.
But I feel, and to feel is all I’ve ever known.

The eyes visit me in a dream and then I see
Those eyes, that love, that avenue of delight;
Her eyes, her countenance, her spring bright
In a dream I see, but why now I cannot see?
The eyes visit me in a dream and then I see.

Her hair with a crown and therein a flower,
Her gaze that as if from a wreath looks at me,
That looks at me, that tells me that it feels me,
That offers me of care and rest many an hour.
Her hair with a crown and therein a flower.

My darling is no more, her voice I know not;
Nor do I know where she may repose or be;
Or why her and my dream are veil’d by reality;
She may be asleep, lying in a grave, forgot.
My darling is no more, her voice I know not.

She may be asleep wi’ her eyes of all evil free,
Beyond illusions, beyond life, beyond things,
Her beauty too rests in peace that sleep brings;
She may live and upon this dream may visit me.
She may be asleep wi’ her eyes of all evil free.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Možda spava

Zaboravio sam jutros pesmu jednu ja,
Pesmu jednu u snu što sam svu noć slušao:
Da je čujem uzalud sam danas kušao,
Kao da je pesma bila sreća moja sva.
Zaboravio sam jutros pesmu jednu ja.

U snu svome nisam znao za buđenja moć,
I da zemlji treba sunca, jutra i zore;
Da u danu gube zvezde bele odore;
Bledi mesec da se kreće u umrlu noć.
U snu svome nisam znao za buđenja moć.

Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san,
I u njemu oči neke, nebo nečije,
Neko lice, ne znam kakvo, možda dečije,
Staru pesmu, stare zvezde, neki stari dan.
Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san.

Ne sećam se ničeg više, ni očiju tih:
Kao da je san mi ceo bio od pene,
Il’ te oči da su moja duša van mene,
Ni arije, ni sveg drugog, što ja noćas snih;
Ne sećam se ničeg više, ni očiju tih.

Ali slutim, a slutiti još jedino znam;
Ja sad slutim za te oči, da su baš one,
Što me čudno po životu vode i gone:
U snu dođu, da me vide, šta li radim sam.
Ali slutim, a slutiti još jedino znam.

Da me vide dođu oči, i ja vidim tad
I te oči, i tu ljubav, i taj put sreće;
Njene oči, njeno lice, njeno proleće
U snu vidim, ali ne znam, što ne vidim sad.
Da me vide, dođu oči, i ja vidim tad.

Njenu glavu s krunom kose i u kosi cvet,
I njen pogled što me gleda kao iz cveća,
Što me gleda, što mi kaže, da me oseća,
Što mi brižno pruža odmor i nežnosti svet,
Njenu glavu s krunom kose i u kosi cvet.

Ja sad nemam svoju dragu, i njen ne znam glas;
Ne znam mesto na kom živi ili počiva;
Ne znam zašto nju i san mi java pokriva;
Možda spava, i grob tužno neguje joj stas.
Ja sad nemam svoju dragu, i njen ne znam glas.

Možda spava sa očima izvan svakog zla,
Izvan stvari, iluzija, izvan života,
I s njom spava, neviđena, njena lepota;
Možda živi i doći će posle ovog sna.
Možda spava sa očima izvan svakog zla.

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