Sorrow In Stone

by Momčilo Nastasijević



Not word, nor sound, nor verse
Does tell about my sorrow

And a rainbow's bend, yonder               
Links and links heaven and earth

So I go, but native fate
Yet roots me even deeper

So I scream, but like a knife,
Digs into heart
Its own scream

And by blood here, still here,
Maternally in a loop

And I break with dawns
And in evenings, wistfully
Over the hills I dissolve

And mutely, from substance, sorrow
Itself a friend declares
And with sorrow chirps the bird
And the grove greens and sways

And a hatchet, when madly
Slashes an oak
And wolf to a lamb
Whose bones under tooth broke

Eeach to each, mutely, by sorrow
Remains a trusty bloke

Freedom to slave! I run far
But even more, I stay

A blessing what to a grave,
A curse to a cradle -
A debt to pay

Rooted deep into stone
I loop the sorrow's way

To sufferer, from silent heart
Strangely does break the dawn
And strangely, on his own shoulder
Bright figure he sees, his own

Not word, nor sound, nor verse
Does tell about my sorrow

And a rainbow's bend, yonder
Keeps linking heaven and earth


Translated by Lazar Pascanovic