Десанка Максимовић: Пролећна песма / Desanka Maksimović: SPRING POEM

Desanka Maksimović
1898 - 1993

Пролећна песма

Осећам вечерас, док посматрам ласте
и пупољке ране,
како моје срце полагано расте
к'о видик у лепе, насмејане дане;

како с младим биљем постаје све веће
и лако к'о крило,
и како му цело једно небо среће
и пакао бола не би доста било;

како чезне за свим што би живот мог‘о
лепог да му даде,
и да му ничега не би нило много:
тако су велике чежње му и наде.

Осећам да до сад све је била шала
мога срца врела;
да још ником нисам љубав своју дала
колико бих могла и колико хтела;

да има у мени цела нежна плима
речи неречени',
да бих срце могла поклањати свима
и да опет много остане га мени.

SPRING POEM

While watching all these early buds and swallows,
I can feel tonight
that my heart's slowly growing over sorrows
as someone's horizon on smiley days might;

that it's getting bigger like all plants around
and light as a feather,
and that all happiness that's above the ground
and a Hell of pain wouldn't really matter:

It's longing for all things that a life as such
could give nice to thy,
and completely nothing wouldn't be too much--
its eager desire and hopes are so high.

Everything that's happened has been just a play
of my heart on fire;
my true love has never been given away
as much as I could and as I desire;

There are, in my deeps, gentle tides of words
never let outside;
I could give my heart to everyone on worlds,
yet, it would remain a lot of it inside.

Споменик песништву, Десанка Максимовић, Ваљево, Србија
Monument of poetry, Desanka Maksimović, Valjevo, Serbia
Foto: © by Адам Радосављевић (Adam Radosavljević)