Lidija Nikčević: Stanica

Great Britain

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

FRANCE

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Germany

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Italia

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Albania

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Poland

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Russia

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Slovakia

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Sweden

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Slovenija

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic

North Macedonia

THE LAST SONNET FOR LAURA

I must not swear any longer

in future. Now, after all,

your suffering is my delight,

all the more so when I know

 

that you have been long waiting for my look,

too unassuming one; You are, at any rate,

used to the image of continuation

within an eternal circle.

 

I am not late to realize:

I am really worthy of the dream

I fashioned for myself, by singing

 

about your beauty. Eventually, even the last thought

died with you —

and I separated the worlds.

Translated by Uros Zekovic