Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,

Po kojem ljubav bosih nogu trči,

Kao leptir koji širi krila,

Ostane mi kaput iza grmlja

Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,

Što ga cvijeće vječno krasi,

Kao korijen latica u blatu,

Priđem mu iz šumske tame

Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,

Do kojeg vode mnoge staze,

Kao divlji konj bez sedla,

Bacim šešir vjetru

There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,

Where love runs barefoot,

Like a butterfly spreading its wings,

And my coat is left behind the bush.

There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,

That flowers eternally adorn,

Like a root of petals in the mud,

I approach it from the woodland gloom.

There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,

To which many paths lead,

Like a wild horse without a saddle,

I toss my hat to the wind.

U palači je mojoj spokoj, a pred njom vojska,

Vani dušmanin stupa, u njoj tihi muk.

Noge mi okovaše i ruke, a ja slobodan,

Tad' bit ću i kad mača čujem zvuk

Bat sa sata kuca jače, a ja ne mičem,

Gledaju me uplašeno, jer tajnu znam,

Dođi, dođi da ti kažem zašto niti sutra

Neće nitko gasit' moj skromni plam

Ako me, pak, vjetar odnese iza sunca,

Procvjetat će na mome grobu ljiljan,

Do tog mi dana val za valom neće ništa

Dah je moj kao hrid, vječno miran

Calm in my palace, and an army at its gates,

Outside the foe is marching; within, a quiet hush.

They have bound my legs and hands, and I am free,

And so I shall remain when I hear the sword.

The clock's stroke pounds harder, and I do not move,

They look at me with fear, because I know the secret —

Come, come, let me tell you why no one tomorrow

Will snuff out my modest flame.

And if the wind should carry me past the sun,

A lily will bloom on my grave,

Until that day, wave after wave will do me no harm,

My breath is like a cliff, forever still.

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,

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,

Tiho što u kutku mome sjedi,

Uz glazbu i ritam,

U pijesku, a tragovi od mjedi

I srce moje zatreperi:

„Živote, živote!"

Jer crni me kamen

Suncem okupan grije

I sjetim se toplog mora

I život me gleda, pa se smije.

A quietness that sits in my corner,

With music and rhythm,

In the sand, with footprints of brass,

And my heart trembles:

"Life, life!"

For a black stone

Bathed in sun is warming me

And I remember the warm sea

And life looks at me, and laughs.