Poem
Dane Zajc
Ransom
You will pay for everything.Just being born is the highest price.
A flock of mocking birds will hunt you
relentlessly.
In the hour of repose
and the hour of anxiety
they will alight upon your chest,
demanding the toll.
You’ll pay, and pay.
And, since there is no forgiveness,
there is no redemption.
No saving grace for man.
There is not enough in you
with which to pay.
Your life – the ransom.
VOOR ALLES ZUL JE BETALEN
Voor alles zul je betalen.Het meest zul je betalen voor je geboorte.
Een vlucht spotvogels zal je achtervolgen
je leven lang.
Op een ogenblik van vrede
en op een ogenblik van onvrede
zal ze neerstrijken op je borst.
Ze zal betaling eisen.
En jij zult geven en geven.
Maar een aflossing zal er nooit zijn.
Want er is nergens kwijtschelding.
Er is nergens aflossing voor de mens.
In jou is er niets van waarde
waarmee je zou kunnen betalen.
En je bent zelf de betaling voor alles.
Za vse boš placal
Za vse boš placal.Najvec boš placal za svoje rojstvo.
Jata posmehljivih ptic te bo zasledovala
skoz življenje.
Ob uri miru
in ob uri nemira
se bo spušcala na tvoje prsi.
Terjala bo placilo.
In ti boš dajal in dajal.
Ampak odrešitve ne bo nikoli.
Ker ni nikjer odpušcanja.
Nikjer ni odrešitve za cloveka.
V sebi nimaš vrednosti,
s katero bi placal.
In sam si placilo za vse.
© 1999, Dane Zajc
From: Ogenj v Ustih
Publisher: Beletrina, Ljubljana
From: Ogenj v Ustih
Publisher: Beletrina, Ljubljana
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Ransom
You will pay for everything.Just being born is the highest price.
A flock of mocking birds will hunt you
relentlessly.
In the hour of repose
and the hour of anxiety
they will alight upon your chest,
demanding the toll.
You’ll pay, and pay.
And, since there is no forgiveness,
there is no redemption.
No saving grace for man.
There is not enough in you
with which to pay.
Your life – the ransom.
From: Ogenj v Ustih
Ransom
You will pay for everything.Just being born is the highest price.
A flock of mocking birds will hunt you
relentlessly.
In the hour of repose
and the hour of anxiety
they will alight upon your chest,
demanding the toll.
You’ll pay, and pay.
And, since there is no forgiveness,
there is no redemption.
No saving grace for man.
There is not enough in you
with which to pay.
Your life – the ransom.
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