On That Hill

On That Hill

By Vladislav Petković Dis

To Janko Veselinović

On that hill that rises above life, I
Sought a place where joy does abide,
And for a long while amid beauty trod I,
From dreams to where flowers reside.

And I was climbing, high up rising,
I thought you were on the highest crest,
Making wreaths and bunches carrying,
In scent drowned, in flowers dressed.

But the vision is covered in dust, here
Standing as a memento to deceits dear:
At times I go to it with sadness and fear,
As a man to his beloved after many a year.

Translation by:
Ljiljana Parović

Na onome bregu
Janku Veselinoviću

Na onome bregu što je nad životom,
tražio sam mesto gde stanuje sreća,
i išao dugo okružen lepotom
iz predela snova u predele cveća.

I ja sam se peo, uzdizao gore,
mislio sam da si na najvećem visu,
i da pleteš vence, donosiš bokore,
da si sva u cveću i samom mirisu.

Ali ta je slika prevučena prahom,
i stoji k’o spomen minulih obmana:
ja joj katkad priđem sa tugom i strahom,
kao dragan dragoj posle mnogih dana.

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