Opijelo ljubavi
Requiem for Love
Zar je bilo dosta sretnoga života?Zar me nikad više poljubiti neće?Ona koju volim, što mi nosi sreće.
Was that enough, then, of a life of happiness?Will she never, never kiss me any more,she whom I love, the joy that I am living for?
Zar je ljubav uvijek pomiješana plačem?Kao koktel sreće, a najviše bola.Zar se u ljubavi uvijek patit mora?
Is love forever mingled with our weeping,like a cocktail mixed of joy, but mostly pain?Must one who loves be made to suffer time and again?
Za nagradu meni, što sam suze briso',procvjetat će rupčić, k'o mirisna ruža,jer je u njem sjeme, njena topla suza.
As my reward for all the tears that I have dried,my handkerchief will blossom like a fragrant rose,for there's a seed in it, her own warm tear, that grows.
Zašto uvijek pišem na kraju života?A preskačem sreću onih prvih dana,dok još srce nije bilo puno rana?
Why do I always write when life is at its end,and skip the joy of those first days, right at the start,when there were not yet many wounds upon my heart?
Zato moja pjesma svaka tugu lije,kao ova sada, kojoj suze brišem.Dok u agoniji osmijeh tugu krije,ja ljubavi svojoj sad opijelo pišem.
That's why in each poem of mine the sorrow's flowing,like this one, whose tears I'm wiping dry tonight;while in its agony a smile hides grief from showing,I write my love's own requiem, its final rite.
Valpovo, 01. 03. 1974.
Valpovo, March 1, 1974