An Evening on the Isles

The blue wide deep

is asleep,

Cool and silent falls the night.

On a dark sea rock, dying fast,

Is the last

Scarlet ray of evening light.

The church bell tolls,

With doleful moans

The rocky hills resound.

With sighs of sadness, unending,

Heads bending,

Kneeling on the ground.

The poor folk, meagre

And eager,

Pray before their God;

They beg, but not a word

Is heard

From the crucified Lord.

The nearing repose

Is close,

Cool and silent falls the night;

On a dark sea rock, dying fast,

Is the last

Scarlet ray of evening light.


Aleksa Šantić