Lenka by Kočo Racin

 

Since Lenka left
a blouse of fine linen
unfinished on her loom
to go to her clogs to sort
tobacco in the factory,
her face has changed,
her eyebrows fallen,
her lips tight drawn.

Lenka was not born
for that accursed
tobacco!
Tobacco-gilded poison
for her breast-pink
garlands.

The first year passed
a load lay on her heart;
the second year went by
sickness tore her breast.
The third year the earth
covered Lenka's body.

At night when the moon
wraps her grave in silk,
the breeze above her
sadly warfs sorrow:
"Why was it left
unwoven that blouse?
The blouse was for your dowry ..."
Otkako Lenka ostavi
košula tenka lenena
nedovezena na razboj
i na nalomi otide
tutun da redi v monopol
liceto i se izmeni
vegji padnaa nadolu
i usti svijaa koravo.

Ne be
še Lenka rodena
za tia pusti tutuni!
Tutuni - žolti otrovi
za gradi - kitki rozovi.

Prva godina pomina
grutka vo srceto i legna,
vtora godina namina
bolest ja v gradi iskina.
Treta godina zemjata
na Lenka pokri snagata.

I nokje koga mesečko
grob i so svila vieše
vetričok tiho nad nea
žalna i taga reeše:
"Zošto mi, zo
što ostana
košula nedotkaena?
Košula beshe darovna ..."

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