Kakvi to glasi čuju se u mraku,
Nad noćnim poljem, visoko u zraku?
Ko li to pjeva? Ah, ništa, sitnica:
Jedna u letu poludjela ptica.
Nadlijeće sebe i oblake trome,
S vjetrom se igra i pjeva o tome.
Svu svoju vjeru u krilima noseći,
Kuda to leti, što bi htjela doseći?
Nije li vrijeme da gnijezdo vije?
Kad bude hladno, da se u njem grije.
Ko li te posla pjevati u tminu?
Sleti u nižu, u bolju sudbinu.
Ne mari za to poludjela ptica.
Pjeva o vjetru, što je svu golica.
A kad je umor jednom bude shrvo,
Neće za odmor nać nijedno drvo.
Dobriša Cesarić
A Bird Gone Crazy
What are these cries upon the darkness
At night above the fields, high in the air?
Who is singing? O it's nothing, - just
A bird gone crazy, in its flight.
It flies above the sluggish clouds,
And plays above the wind and sings of it.
Trusting completely to its wings -
Where is it flying to, what is its goal?
Is it not time it sought its nest?
Time to keep warm when winter comes?
Who sent you out to twitter above in the gloom?
Come down here to the earth, where fate is kinder!
It does not fret - this bird gone crazy.
It sings of the wind that sears it through and through.
But once exhaustion comes it will be the end for it, -
There will not be a single tree to rest upon.
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