Žablji sastanak
The Frogs' Meeting
Sastale se žabeusred barske vode,a tema je bilaborba protiv rode.
Out in the marsh watermet the whole frog clan,and the topic was the storkand a battle plan.
Travanjskoga danadesilo se ovo,na veliki praznik,na žablje kvakovo.
This happened in Aprilto the froggy folk,on their holiday,the great Feast of Croak.
Na listu lokvanjaneki žabac stojii kreštavim glasomsve prisutne broji.
On a lily padthere stands a frog,and in a screechy voicecounts all in the bog.
Za sastanak ovajza taj važan forum,utvrdit se moraimaju li kvorum.
For this meeting here,this important forum,it must be establishedif they have a quorum.
„Otvaram sastanakusred ove vode,a naš je zadatakuništiti rode.“
"I declare the meetingopen; take your seat!Our task: a sound beating,the storks' complete defeat!"
Kvak, rege, kvak,sve žabe krekeću.„Mir, tišinu molim,ja galamu neću.“
Croak, ribbit, croak,all the frogs croak loud."Order, silence, please!No racket allowed!"
Tada iza trskeneki žabac skoči.„Rodi, rodi hoćupogledat u oči!“
Then from behind the reedsa frog jumps up high:"The stork, the stork, I want tolook right in the eye!"
Onako naduvenžablje snage punviče: „Hoću rodida savijem kljun!“
All puffed up like that,full of froggy might,he yells: "I will bendthat stork's beak outright!"
Još je nešto htioponosno da doda,ali u tom časupojavi se roda.
One more thing he wantedproudly still to say,but at that momentthe stork came their way.
Oh, kakve li strke,kakvoga dar-mara,k'o u vrelom kotluzavrila je bara!
Oh, what a scramble,what a to-do!Like a boiling cauldronthe pond bubbled through!
Bježe, skaču žabe,puca suha trska,žuti list se svija,svuda voda prska.
Frogs run off and leap,the dry reeds go snap,yellow leaves curl up,water splashes, slap!
Odtad više žabljihsastanaka nema.Samo stari žabacna lokvanju drijema.
Since that day, frog meetingsare held there no more:on a lily pad,just an old frog's snore.