Šapat Majke Whisper of the Mother

Sagnula se Majka sa nebesa, Ruke svoje u dolinu pružila. Kroz maglu glas joj nježni S pticama proletio. Srce Joj je ondje zacvalo, Pored njega tulipani, Srce Joj je onda zastalo, Pred rukama što mole.

Dužnost mi je, dužnost, Sa smiješkom da se naklonim Pred mirisom borovine, Pred tvrdim kamenom, Zaplači od sreće, Dok mišići ne popuste, Dok dah ne odleti s Majkom.

The Mother bent down from the heavens, Stretched out Her hands into the valley. Through the mist Her tender voice Flew off with the birds. Her heart blossomed there, With tulips beside it, Her heart then paused Before the hands that pray.

It is my duty, my duty, To bow with a smile Before the scent of pine, Before the hard stone, To weep with joy, Until the muscles give way, Until the breath flies off With the Mother.