Pokaži mi jednim pokretom
sve svetove
sagorele nerođene
Reci mi jednom rečju
sve istine
spaljene nastajanjem
Budi bivanjem mnoštva.
Things seem to die,
but die not.
The spring showers
Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth,
But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers:
And every death is nothing but a birth.
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