Pjesma sinu!
A Poem for My Son!
Živio sam s tobom sretno svoju mladost.Spavao si, sine, na mojim rukama.U igri sa tobom dijelio sam radost.Za bol tvoju ja sam bio na mukama.
I lived my youth with you, in happiness, my boy.You slept, my son, so often in my arms at rest;in playing with you, I would share in all your joy;and when you were in pain, I suffered, sore distressed.
Ti još i ne znaš, kako bi i znao,koliko te moje biće silno voli,kada budeš svoje čedo sinom zvaotek ćeš onda znati za strepnje i boli.
You do not know it yet (and how could you have known)how mightily my whole being loves you so;but when you call a son of yours your very own,then only will you know the dread, the pain, the woe.
Sa tobom je bilo mnogo sretnih dana,a još više strepnjom probdivenih noći.Zato nikad, sine, nikad ne dozvoli,da ranjenom dušom u grob moram poći.
With you, my son, there have been many happy days,and more, the nights I lay awake in dread and fear.So never, son, oh never, never let it bethat with a wounded soul I'm carried to my bier.
Valpovo, 15. 06. 1974.
Valpovo, June 15, 1974