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October 2003 - Zynovy Vayman - Russia

шелковица
лужи окрашены
разбившимися ягодами

mulberry tree—
the rain puddles colored
with crushed berries

tamno crven dud –
bare obojile
zgažene dudinke

ax and pine
with every chop
a higher sound

sekira i bor
sa svakim udarcem
sve viši ton

weak spring
we are still mortal
he is eternal

nejako proleće
mi još uvek smrtni
a on besmrtan

(in memoriam to R. Speiss)

autumn evening
my hospital window
becomes a mirror

jesenje veče
moj bolnički prozor
postaje ogledalo

Tenri shrine –
primeval forest air
slips from the mountain

Tenri hram –
miris prastare šume
stiže sa planine

green gold rice -
its regular rows
in cracked earth

zeleno zlatan
pirinač – pravilne brazde
u napukloj zemlji 

изогнутый мост
снежинки исчезают,
не касаясь воды

arched bridge
snowflakes disappear
without touching the water

napet luk mosta
pahulje nestaju tik
iznad vode

 

чужая земля...
светанёт солнце
сквозь зимние тучи

foreign land...
sun suddenly flashes
through winter clouds

čudesna zemlja …
sunce bljesnu
kroz zimske oblake

майское утро
сквозь закрытые веки
быстрые тени

May morning
through the closed eyelids
speeding shadows

majsko jutro
kroz spuštene kapke
užurbane senke

one by one
they meet on the road
leaves and their shadows

jedan za drugim
sreću se na putu
lišće i njegove senke

fortress wall
pigeon sleeps in a hole
made by the shellfire

bedem tvrdjave
golub spava u rupi
od topovske granate

winter sunset:
a thin filament of honey
dangles into my tea

zimsko predveče
tanka nit meda
klizi u moj čaj