Trust not

Trust not

By Aleksa Šantić

Trust not my verse and rhyme, sweet dame,
When they tell you that my love is dear,
That I pray for you ev’ry minute of the year
And that on tree-trunks I carve your name;

Trust not! But, when the late moon peeps
And o’er a craggy hill it spills its silver light,
Yonder where in a bush flutters spring bright
And where our lilac blue sweetly sleeps,

Come to me, I’ll wait for you! In the hour
When I press you tightly against my chest,
If you feel that trembling is my body blest,
And all burning in the grip of love’s power,

Then do trust me, and inquire no more!
For genuine love knows no words, yet
It just flares, mighty, when it does beset
And, darling, writing verse it cares not for.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Ne vjeruj

Ne vjeruj u moje stihove i rime
Kad ti kažu, draga, da te silno volim,
U trenutku svakom da se za te molim
I da ti u stabla urezujem ime;-

Ne vjeruj! No kasno, kad se mjesec javi
I prelije srmom vrh modrijeh krša,
Tamo, gdje u grmu proljeće leprša
I gdje slatko spava naš jorgovan plavi,

Dođi, čekaću te!- U časima tijem,
Kad na grudi moje priljubiš se čvršće,
Osjetiš li, draga, da mi t’jelo dršće,
I da silno gorim ognjevima svijem,

Tada vjeruj meni, i ne pitaj više!
Jer istinska ljubav za riječi ne zna,
Ona samo plamti, silna, neoprezna,
Niti mari, draga, da stihove piše.Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-721652

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