A Poem with No Title

A Poem with No Title

By Vladislav Petković Dis

The difficult, tough times have come,
For the love, thoughts, desires of mine,
Like bleary, grey storm clouds some
For the sky, blue hues and light’s shine.

They are old acquaintances of mine,
And of my troubles, sins and plight;
Along with them wither and decline
Pride and élan, youth and delight.

Sick, pale and numb are my keen
Hope and faith; the pain out died;
In the darkness the hell can be seen,
And a man, a life in the gloom, inside.

The difficult, tough times have come,
For the love, thoughts, desires of mine,
Like bleary, grey storm clouds some
For the sky, blue hues and light’s shine.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Pesma bez imena 

I došli dani tegobni, mučni,
Za ljubav, misli, za želje moje —
K’o mutni, modri oblaci tučni
Za nebo, svetlost i plave boje.

Za muke, grehe, nevolju, mene,
Oni su znanci odavno stari;
U društvu s njima gasi se, vene
Ponos i polet, mladost i čari.

Bolesne, blede, pospale tako
Nada i vera, i bol utrn’o;
U mraku ovom vidi se pak’o,
Čovek u njemu, život u crno.

I došli dani tegobni, mučni,
Za ljubav, misli, za želje moje —
K’o mutni, modri oblaci tučni
Za nebo, svetlost i plave boje.

 

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