Jeste vidjeli mi majku? Have you seen my mother?

Jeste vidjeli mi majku? Kažu da joj ime Iris, Sjećanje mi na nju prazno, ostao je samo miris.

Dal’ ste čuli ikad nju? Dok cvili svoj plač i pati Ljudi me vuku, ona njima: „Vrati mi sina, vrati, vrati!”

Jel to ona od koje si pio? Mlijeko što si joj okusio? Obraz što joj bješe mek dok se o tvoj obrusio?

Kažu da je u me dva brata i sestra, Četiri joj ime, Na stolu krasni nož, sjajni, al’ zaklat će mi majku njime!

Jel’ ti si stajo pored nje? Presreo joj oči? Strahom ispunjene suze, vapaj boli i nemoći?

I moj se kraj sad bliži, prijatelji oko mene, Nagurani čekamo svoj red, na pločicama samo sjene!

Pomisli na nas, pred objed malo stani, Čuj krikove naše i čovjeka što nas rani!

Na meni je red, svaki korak slušam smrt, Tjeraju me vriskom, a ja sanjam mirni vrt.

Miriši mi majka, gle, gle je kako čeka! Kad iz pakla ovog odem, napit ću se mlijeka!

Have you seen my mother? They say her name is Iris, My memory of her is empty — only the scent remains.

Did you ever hear her? While she keens her grief and suffers, The men drag me; she calls to them: “Bring my son back, bring him, bring him!”

Is she the one you drank from? Whose milk you tasted? Whose cheek was soft against your own?

They say I have two brothers and a sister, and her name is Four, A fine knife on the table, gleaming — but they will slaughter my mother with it!

Did you stand beside her? Did you meet her eyes? Tears filled with fear, the cry of pain and helplessness?

And now my end draws near, my friends around me, Crowded, waiting our turn — only shadows on the tiles!

Think of us; pause a moment before your meal, Hear our cries and the man who wounds us!

It is my turn now, every step I hear death, They drive me with shouting, and I dream of a quiet garden.

My mother still has her scent — look, look how she waits! When I leave this hell, I will drink milk again!