Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a color at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which
the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don't leave now that you're here Stay.
So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
(Faiz Ahmed Faiz)
Prije nego si došao,
sve je bilo kako je trebalo
nebo je bilo udaljeni horizont
cesta-samo cesta,
vino-samo vino.
A sad je sve kao moje srce,
boje na rubu krvavoga
sivo je kad te nema
boja su od otrova i trnja
sve je zlatno kad se sretnemo
godišnja doba u plamenu
žutilo jeseni, crvenilo cvijeća, plamenova
a crno kad pokriješ zemlju
ugljenom ugaslih vatri.
