Divlja kočija Wild carriage

Lelujava je kočija što je divlji konji vuku, Tražeć’ utjehu svoje žalosti u zadovoljstvu, U pokušaju da utaže žeđ slanom vodom! Pa zar ste ludi, gospodo? Zar ne vidite cestu pred sobom?

Nit’ je cvijeće strano kamenjaru, Nit’ je glad strana obilju, Nije niti poprsje te dame, Niti njena bedra, niti usne, Nisu niti oni neznani pohoti!

Divlji je konj onaj što se bacaka, Kao lađa u oluji, kao čovjek u moru, Spas što vidi plešući na glavi vala, Kao da ne zna istinu, Da patnja ga čeka pod valom istim, Kao da ne zna istinu, Da u moru je zapeo, a ne pod valom.

Gdje? O, gdje kraj je mojih želja? Stegni uzde uza se, da ugledaju konji Svjetlost jarku Imena nad obzorom.

A swaying carriage drawn by wild horses, Seeking comfort for its sorrow in pleasure, Trying to quench its thirst with salt water! Are you mad, gentlemen? Do you not see the road before you?

The flowers are not strangers to the stone field, Nor is hunger a stranger to abundance, Nor is that lady’s figure, Nor her hips, nor her lips, Nor those unknown lusts!

The wild horse is the one that thrashes, Like a ship in a storm, like a man in the sea, Seeing salvation as he dances on the crest of the wave, As if he did not know the truth, That suffering waits beneath the same wave, As if he did not know the truth, That he is caught in the sea, not beneath the wave.

Where? Oh, where is the end of my desires? Pull the reins close, so the horses may see The bright light of the Name above the horizon.