Source text in English | Translation by Aleksandra Novakovic (#29218) |
The Beginning All in a moment, years ago, The boy I was became a man: Suddenly my life began! I saw the world before me— So That ploughman by his horses stands Sweating on the first hill's brow, Having left the riverlands Furrowed in the vale below, And sees a mountainside to plough, Barren rock to blunt his share, Thunder hanging in the air, And the black peak above him, bare, Waiting now. —Let him plough it if he dare! | Pocetak Sve u jednom trenu, pre godina mnogo, Postah covek od decaka tog: I odjednom, zivot poce moj! Videh citav svet i Preda mnom oraca sa zapregom konjskom U znoju svome na padini prvoj gde stoji, Ostavivsi plodne doline uzorane Sto se prostirase tamo dole, U nameri da ore litice gole I nadvlada prepreke kamenite, I gromove sto se nadvise nad njim, Da stigne do crnog vrha, Do svog neminovnog cilja. - Neka ga, nek' ore ako sme! |