Jovan Ducic

One of the best Serbian poets!

PODNE - NOON ---my favourite one

Nad ostrvom punim cempresa i bora,
Mlado, krupno sunce prži, puno plama;
I trepti nad šumom i nad obalama
Slan i modar miris proletnjega mora.
Ljubicaste gore, granitne, do svoda,
Zrcale se u dnu; mirno i bez pene,
Površina šušti i celiva stene;
Svod se svetli topal, staklen, iznad voda.
Prah suncani trepti nad ispranim peskom,
I srebrni galeb ponekad se vidi,
Svetluca nad vodom. I mirisu hridi
Mirisom od riba i modrijem vreskom.
Sve je tako tiho. I u mojoj duši
Produženo vidim ovo mirno more:
Šume oleandra, ljubicaste gore,
I bled obzor što se proteže i puši.
Nemo stoje u njoj srebrnaste, rodne
Obale i vrti; i svetli i pali
Mlado, krupno sunce; i ne šušte vali,-
Galeb jos svetluca. Mir. Svuda je podne.

transation PODNE-NOON

Above the island full of cypresses and pines,
Young,huge sun fries,full of flame;
and blinks above the forest and the coasts
Salty and dark blue smell of sea in the spring.
Purple hills,made of granite,all up to the arc of the sky,
Mirrored themself in the bottom of the sea,silently and without foam,
Surface is bubbling and kissing the rocks;
The sky is warm and sparkled,glassy,above the water.
Dust of sun is dancing above watered send,
and silver coloured seagull sometimes catch your eye,
it blinks over the water.And sea rocks smell
Smell on fish and dark blue heat.
Everything is quiet.And in my soul
I see this prolonged calm sea:
rose-bay forests,purple hills
and pale horizon,smokey and infinite.
Mute and silver stand in it,fertile
coasts and gardens;light and fallen
Young,huge sun,and no sound of waves,-
The seagull still shines.Peace.Noon is all around.

Oči



Beskonačne tvoje oči, mlada ženo,
Dve duge večeri u pustinji mora;
Dve sumorne bajke što uznemireno
Imaju šum slutnje u granama bora,

Dve mirne galije s crnim zastavama;
Dve žene u crnom, na molitvi neme;
Dve ponoćne reke kroz kraje od kama;
Dva glasnika bola koji kroz noć streme.

Oči moje žene, mračni triumf ploti,
Koje večnom tugom opijene behu,
Svoj su prostor našle u njenoj čistoti,
A svoj car nebeski u njenom grehu.

Od suza prosutih u velika bdenja,
Te beskrajne oči sijaju se s toga,
Dalekim i čudnim sjajem ushićenja,
Kao neke oči što videše Boga.

Čuvaju na svojoj beskonačnoj mreži
Sve tamne ekstaze snova koje sanja,
Oči nepregledne, na čijem dnu leži
Velika i mračna slabost očajanja.

Eyes

Your eternal eyes,young woman,
two long nights in the desert of sea;
two dark scared fairy tales that have
a hint of doubt in the branches of pines.

Two silent ships with black flags
two women in black,quiet on their prayers.
two midnight rivers through sharp landscape
two messengers of pain that hunt by night.

Eyes of my woman,dark triumph of body
that were drunk with eternal sadness
found their space in her purity
and their heavenly kingdom in her sin.

From tears shed in huge vigil
those endless eyes shine just for that
with distant and strange shine of anxiety
like some eyes that have seen God himself.

On their endless net,they keep
all dark ectasies of dreams they have,
Unclearly seen eyes,on wich bottom lies
dark and big weakness of despair.

Pesma ženi



Ti si moj trenutak i moj sen
i sjajna moja reč u šumu
moj korak i bludnja
i samo si lepota koliko si tajna
i samo istina koliko si žudnja.
Ostaj nedostižna, nema i daleka
jer je san o sreći više nego sreća.
Budi bespovratna, kao mladost.
Neka tvoja sen i eho budu sve što seća.
Srce ima povest u suzi što leva,
u velikom bolu ljubav svoju metu.
Istina je samo što duša prosneva.
Poljubac je susret najlepši na svetu.
Od mog priviđenja ti si cela tkana,
tvoj plašt sunčani od mog sna ispreden.
Ti beše misao moja očarana,
simbol svih taština, porazan i leden.
A ti ne postojiš, nit' si postojala.
Rođena u mojoj tišini i čami,
na Suncu mog srca ti si samo sjala
jer sve što ljubimo - stvorili smo sami.

mama mia.... this is cool...... keep up with it man

Originally Posted by djoxy

Pesma ženi



Ti si moj trenutak i moj sen
i sjajna moja reč u šumu
moj korak i bludnja
i samo si lepota koliko si tajna
i samo istina koliko si žudnja.
Ostaj nedostižna, nema i daleka
jer je san o sreći više nego sreća.
Budi bespovratna, kao mladost.
Neka tvoja sen i eho budu sve što seća.
Srce ima povest u suzi što leva,
u velikom bolu ljubav svoju metu.
Istina je samo što duša prosneva.
Poljubac je susret najlepši na svetu.
Od mog priviđenja ti si cela tkana,
tvoj plašt sunčani od mog sna ispreden.
Ti beše misao moja očarana,
simbol svih taština, porazan i leden.
A ti ne postojiš, nit' si postojala.
Rođena u mojoj tišini i čami,
na Suncu mog srca ti si samo sjala
jer sve što ljubimo - stvorili smo sami.

A SONG TO A WOMAN

You are my moment and my shadow
and my glorious word in a silent sound.
my step and my wantonness
you are beautiful just as much as you are a secret
and truth as much as you are lust.
Stay unreachable,silent and distant
because the dream of happiness is more than happiness.
The history of heart is in the tear that falls
and soaks its love in vicious pain.
The only truth is in the dreams of your soul.
A kiss is the most wonderful encounter.
You are made of my visions
and your sunny gown of my dreams embroidered.
You were my enchanted thought,
a symbol of all vanities,prone to defeat and cold.
But you do not exist,and you never did.
Born in my silence and loneliness,
you shone on the sun of my heart,
because everything we kiss-we made it ourselves.

It is much better on Serbian.Thank you for nice words i'll do my best to keep up.

Sweets for my feet
Sugar for my heart...
What can I eat?
You can eat my shoes.
Is it high in calories?
Only if it's got chocolate.
So I won't eat...
my shoes.

Najtužnija pesma

Znam za neizmerne i bolne samoće,
Kad sat mre nečujno, kao cvet što vene,
I kad srce prazno prestaje da hoće
Ni vence pobede ni ljubavi žene.
Znam za neprohodne samoće bez daha,
Kad konci sa svačim padnu pokidani,
I u kojim srce zastane od straha;
Kad svemu oko nas izgledamo strani.
Kad nas oči stvari ravnodušno motre,
I duša pred sobom prestravljena stane;
I sopstvena povest kad se cela potre;
I kad je od leda suza koja kane.
Ni seme u brazdi, ni stopa na putu,
I kako je teška sena koju vučem!
Kanda tuđe srce bije u mom kutu?
Sve svetle palate života pod ključem!...
Vaj, koliko puta umiremo? Ko bi
Znao za sve tmine pod suncem! I zna li
Iko sva bespuća u sutonu dobi?...
I kako smo često oči zatvarali...


the saddest song

I've known countless and painful solitudes
when the clock dies without a sound like a flower does
and when the heart stops to desire
crowns of victories and women love.
I've known breathless and unpermeable solitudes
where strings of life are torn apart
and where heart stops in fear.
When everything we know doesn't know us.
When eyes of the things look at us carelessly
and the soul stops in front of itself in fear
and the whole our history wanishes in seconds
and the tear is cold as ice.
Not a crop in the field nor a foot on the road
and the shadow i carry is much too heavy.
Is it my heart that beats in my corner?
all the locked bright palaces of life.
Alas,how many times we die?Who would know all the
shadows under the Sun.Does anyone knows all the dead ends in the night.
and how often we closed our eyes...

I like full of emotions

Srce

Moje tamno srce, to je deo svega -
Sa zvezdama trepti, huji s vetrovima;
I onda kad stoji bezglasno međ svima,
Jedan gromki eho ćuti u dnu njega.
Na obali morskoj moje srce ima
Žamor nekog vala što večito pline;
Što čuva sveg mora zvuke i gorčine,
I svu huku davno nestanulih plima.
U zalazak zvezda iznad tamnog huma,
Kroz san poju ptice u dubokoj seni;
A bezbroj se gnezda odzivlju u meni,
I tragični odjek zamrknulih šuma...
I to zvučno srce kada jednom zaspe,
Svoj bol otkucavši silnim ritmom svega,
Neće biti strašnog prestanka za njega:
U zvuk i u svetlost sve će da se raspe.
Uvek zaljubljeno u večnost, dok bruje
Njime sjajne sfere, strasno i daleko...
I kad očarano kucne srce neko,
To je moje srce što se opet čuje..

HEART

My dark heart, it is part of everything,
it flashes with stars, it sweeps across along with wind,
even when it stands soundlessly with everyone
a thunderous echo sleeps deep inside it.
There on the seaside my heart possesses
a murmur of a wave that flows for eternity,
the one who keeps the sounds and bitterness of the sea
and all the noises of long lost tides.
In setting of the stars above the dark fields,
sleepy birds sing their song in the deep shadow.
And numerous nests are reflected in me,
along with tragic echo of grim forests.
And when that acoustic heart finally falls asleep,
tapping its pain with great rhythm of all,
it will not be the awful end for him :
everything will be scattered in sounds and light.
Always in love with eternity,while glorious spheres
are buzzing with him,passionately and distant...
and when an enchanted heart taps,
it is my heart that is tapping again...