Mornings are fresh and nights dark,
your body is like the best part of the loaf,
my tongue is losing itself there,
my imaginary young man,
I am weeping and your body is fragile.
I can only destroy myself,
I would crumble under the weight of my tears,
so I won’t pluck you like a flower,
I will let you grow,
I will caress you when the surly wind blows,
your beauty and stature will be my spring,
I will rise from mud and shine, give you warmth,
offer you shelter against the weight of the world,
which will want you only for itself.
One day you will grow up,
which is when I will turn into smoke,
in the evening you will watch the horizon,
a lot of time will have lapsed,
you will be richer by a thousand colours,
sharpened by countless ills,
you will be marble-calm in the warm sundown,
you will be reflecting the sky.
Translated by Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
Jutra so sveža in noči temne,
tvoje telo je kot sredica kruha,
moj jezik se izgublja,
moj namišljeni mladenič,
jočem in tvoje telo je krhko.
Lahko uničujem le sebe,
pod težo mojih solz bi se zdrobil,
torej te ne bom utrgal kot cvet,
pustil te bom rasti,
božal te bom, ko bo pihal neprijazen veter,
tvoja lepota in pokončnost bosta moj studenec,
dvignil se bom iz blata in zažarel, ogrel te bom,
ti nudil zavetje pred težo sveta,
ki te bo hotel samo zase,
nekoč boš odrastel,
takrat bom jaz postal dim,
zvečer boš opazoval obzorja,
minilo bo veliko časa,
bogatejši boš za tisočero barv,
ostrejši za nešteto bolečin,
miren boš kot marmor v toplem zatonu,
odseval boš nebo.
