NOĆNIK, UJUTRO THE NIGHTBIRD AT MORNING
Zdravko Seleštr. Will Firth
Na zrcalu se pokazala zraka još zelenoga sunca.
Nočnik sabire zvijezde, zmije i zmajeve
i ulazi u zdenac u kome
zeleno se zabada duboko u zemlju.

I tu, na dnu dubine,
on rasprostire svoje igračke;
dok sunce sazrijeva u pećnici dana
on ulazi u zabranjeni grad
gdje zvone zlatna zvona i
pušta svoje zmajeve,
več pripitomljene, ali koji če ga
jedne noči, ipak,
proždrijeti.
A ray of the verdant sun flashes in the mirror.
The nightbird gathers his stars, snakes and dragons
and descends into the well where
green stabs deep into the ground.

And there, in the depths of the deep
he lays out his toys.
While the sun ripens in the oven of the day
he enters the forbidden city
where golden bells toll
and releases his dragons,
tamed indeed,
but which one night still
will devour him.

Copyright © Zdravko Seles; Trans. Copyright © Will Firth 2004


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