Sumatra

Carefree, light and gentle,

we think: how silent the snow-covered

peaks of the Urals are.

If sad because of a pale face

lost one night,

we know that, instead, somewhere,

a stream flows with colour!

At least one love, one morning, far away,

enveloped our soul, tighter and tighter,

with the fathomless peace of the blue seas,

shimmering beads of coral, red,

like cherries at home.

We wake in the night, smile, tenderly,

at the Moon with a strung bow,

and we caress distant hills

and mountains to ice, softly, with our hand.


Miloš Crnjanski