FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF POEMS 

THE BRIDE

The Bride will come, on a horse white,

with stars all over on Her dress off wedding.

Vail will be like a knife sharp

and with it, a loud song She will sing!

 

Are you waiting for Her, like I do?

Do you reyoice? Are you hoping or  feel fear!

She is pretty and nice untouched and without sins.

In her hands are flowers,

And from it blood is droping.

That blood is your‘s and mine!

 

Do you remeber it?!

That saintfull blood

gaves a seed of Godfully life

without patty feelings on herself!

Do you remember that?

 

Do you know,

why a vail around her haed not white anymore?!

Crown wich were cutting her skin

put soldiers full of angriness on her head of butiness.

But why?!

 

 

Because she was untouched and without sins!

She will come, She will come!

Be sure!

Wait and be rejoyce!

 

Your and mine heart

will be full with love all around.

And in Her open arms we will with power flay!

To halp Her to carry the havy vail and kiss,

Her hands which all over In blood!

 

 (In the original, it was the Bride than become in english the Bridegroom cause it is He.

Because in serbian language Bride is Nevesta, and the Bridegroom is Mladozenja,

and it dificult for this poem to pronaunce it,and the orginal inspiration was

the imagination picture from the distance like a Bride, than when it was coming

closer become a Christ. As you know the Bride is our soul.)

 

In serbian:

Prva knjiga pesama

NEVESTA

 

Doći će Nevesta,

Na belom konju,

sa zvezdama utkanim u venčanicu,

A veo, će joj biti kao mač oštar,

I njim ce pevati pesmu glasnu.

 

Doći će, uskoro ce doći,

čekaš li je ti, kao što je čekam ja?

Raduješ li se, nadaš, il strepiš?

Ona je lepa i mila,

Nežna i strpljiva, milosti puna.

Netaknuta je i bez greha

Cveće joj je u rukama,

A krv sa njega kaplje.

 

Ta krv, je Moja i Tvoja,

Ta sveta krv,

Dala je božanskog života seme,

Ne žaleci sebe.

 

Pamtiš li to?

Znaš li zašto joj veo oko glave  nije beo,

Krunu koja bode,

I kožu cepa staviše joj vojnici silni.

 

A zašto?

Jer je odbaci rulja besna,

Zato što je netaknuta i bez greha.

 

Doći će ona, doći, siguran budi,

čekaj je i raduj se!

Moje i Tvoje srce, ispuniće tada

Milošću Svojom i odneti suze sve.

 

Ljubav ce biće  nastavati naše,

I u zagrljaj smelo poletećemo,

Da poljubimo krvave ruke

I pridržimo pretežak veo!

 

 

IV book of poems

JERUSALEM

 

I‘am called by the road, of one ancient place!

All in sand with walls in white,

and wind full of peacingsmell.

Palm oil smells me fell

and dress courtn swhich arounding legs.

 

I‘am going there now in hart alone.

Soon, Lord will bring me there.

He gives desire in my hart, for it to be pray.

Mind to be full with her, Legs to be prepared

to walk where the Lord from heaven are walking came.

 

Oh, how my hart beating, love roulling,

thoughts running to you dear,

Jerusalem place And huge peace

rounded it and taking trought

the rode which desire

makes in life turn!

 

In serbian:

IV knjiga pesama

JERUSALIM

 

Zovu me puti, jednog drevnog grada,

u pesku, zidina belih i vetra miromirna

Miris osećam palminog ulja,

i haljina skute što se oko nogu viju.

 

Odlazim tamo, sad u srcu samo,

uskoro Bog dat‘ će, zaista onamo.

 

Želju dade, da za nju molim

Njom um, da bavi

Noge da spreme, na tlo da kroče

tamo gde Bog s Neba sišavši hodao je!

 

O, kako mi srce bije,

kako ljubav huči,

misli hrle, tebi Jerusalime grade,

A mir to okoli i putem

ostvarenja vodi!

 

 

  

 IV book of poems:

The Saint John’s Day

 

Today I remembar The Saint Johna’s Day

 

Today,

Today I,

Today I remembar John The Saint!

 

The Day when you did not let me go from you arms away!

If anything was buty among us,

Is you on The Saint John’s Day!

 

What I saw in your’s eyes than,

I realized you are mine for all sake time!

Forget, you will never

And if you try harder, succsed no more!

 

You will remebar The Saint John’s Day,

The Day when you said to everyone: „She is the bride!“

 

And I,

I love you and it will never pass away.

It is a happiness of mine to know for you and for Lord!

That I’am praying to Him, to brings me you one Day

Like the first time when you cross my doorstep

With blood roses in your hands,

with the kiss on my forehead to give you blesses on gift,

even it will be on The Saint John’s Day!

 

 

In serbian:

IV knjiga pesama 

DANAS  SE SEĆAM  SVETOG JOVANA

 

Danas,

Danas se,

Danas se sećam Svetog Jovana

Dana, kada me nisi, puštao iz zagrljaja!

Ako je išta bilo lepo medju nama,

to si onda ti na Dan Svetog Jovana!

 

U očima što ti videh tada,

svatih moj si za vremena sva!

Zaboravit, nikad

I što se trudio budeš, uspevati neceš!

Pamtićeš Dan Svetog Jovana!

Kada si rekao svima: „Ovo je mlada!“

 

A ja,

ja te volim i to proći neće,

to je sreca moja, što znam za tebe i Gospoda!

Što se Njemu molim,da mi te dovede ,

jednog dana,

kao prvog puta kad mi preko praga predje,

s krvavim ružama u rukama,

s poljupcem u čelo,

da te BLAGOSLOVIMA darivam,

pa makar to bilo i na Dan Svetog Jovana!

 

 

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