A germ cried out: I want to sprout
out of darkness, up to height.
From split chest I will hoist
the most beautiful hymn of the sun.
A wing cried out: to be born
out of terrible blood torment
on calm stars to sail (I want)
to be the first on the sun.
A tear cried out: oh, to drop
out of pain that sob!
I'll bring into the world, when I fall,
the first rumor of human's soul.
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NAPON
Zavapi klica: želim nići
Iz mraka, do vrhunca!
Iz prslih grudi ja ću dići
Najlepšu himnu sunca.
Zavapi krilo: da se rodim,
Iz strašnog mučenja krvi!
Zvezdama mirnim da zabrodim,
Na sunce da stignem prvi.
Zavapi suza: vaj, da kanem
Iz bola koji grca!
Doneću na svet, kada panem
Prvu vest ljudskog srca.
Jovan Dučić
Jovan Dučić
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