Gazela - Arsen Dedic

Ovdje se radi o pravoj pravcatoj

Premda malo nejasnoj gazeli

Životinji iz mojih ljepših snova

Što mi priprostu dušu veseli

Tražeci u sebi više nego imam

U najtamnije zakutke duše sam virnuo

Sve sam u sebi već klasificirao

Ali gazelu nisam dodirnuo

Nestalna gazela što se prelijeva nestaje

U neke boje pustinjskoga pijeska

Pretvara pustare moje u vedra jezera

U kojima joj se ljupka slika ljeska

Katkad tek učtivo počiva u mojoj utrobi

Nedokučiva ko nerođeno dijete

Katkada tumara lelujava prikaza

Po tumorima moje mrzovolje i sjete

Kada se zateknem u umornoj stanci

Kad nigdje više ništa ne očekujem

Čujem blagi topot njenih krhkih nogu

Ko golem bubanj pod njima odjekujem

U vitkom galopu mi jezdi kroz dušu

I duša moja je ko opita

Ko iskrena bludnica duša mi se otvara

Dodiru tih gracioznih kopita

Odakle tako egzotično živinče

U mojoj pitomoj dušici

Ko da se kakva blistava princeza

Nastanila u potleušici

Može li njeno prisustvo pretvoriti

Ovo jadno tijelo u raskošnu palaču?

Ja živim u neprestanom strahu —

Njenu čistoću okaljat ću

I bojim se da neću shvatiti što znači

Njen ljupki zov u ovom strašnom vremenu

Da će mi pobjeći prije nego nađem

Alkemijski put k njenom otmjenom plemenu

Imam tu gazelu, ah, kakvu gazelu

Negdje u tijelu, u truloj ljusci

Ali preobrazbe alkemijske nema

I lik moj ostaje ljudski

This is the real thing

Although a little vague gazelle

The animals of my better dreams

Which makes my simple soul happy

Seeking more in myself than I have

I peered into the darkest corners of my soul

I have already classified everything in myself

But I didn't touch the gazelle

The erratic gazelle that overflows disappears

In some colors of desert sand

It turns my wastelands into clear lakes

In which her lovely image is hazel

Sometimes it just politely rests in my gut

Incomprehensible as an unborn child

Sometimes wandering swings display

By the tumors of my grumpiness and sadness

When I find myself in a tired pause

When I don't expect anything anywhere else

I hear the gentle thud of her fragile legs

I echo like a huge drum under them

In a slender gallop it rides through my soul

And my soul is like a drunkard

Like a sincere prostitute, my soul opens

They touch those graceful hooves

Where did such an exotic animal come from

In my sweet darling

Like a dazzling princess

It settled in the subsoil

Can her presence transform

This poor body in a lavish palace?

I live in constant fear -

I will defile her purity

And I'm afraid I won't understand what it means

Her lovely call in this terrible time

That he would run away from me before I found him

An alchemical path to her noble tribe

I have that gazelle, ah, what a gazelle

Somewhere in the body, in a rotten shell

But there is no alchemical transformation

And my character remains human