Tomaž Pengov - Čakajoč nase, brat
From the album Odpotovanja (1973)
Čakajoč nase, brat
Dolga stoletja si stal na Golgoti.
Pod nemim nebom, hišo vetra,
si dvigal roke, da bi brisal,
tiha začudenja z oči,
neznanih sester in otrok.
Preroki so te zapustili,
v obcestnih templjih polnih srečanj,
na votlih krinkah karnevalov,
in bratje, ki si jih zavrgel,
so te vodili v zvezdno noč.
Prižgal si ognje na planotah,
ogrnil polja v zemljevide,
prehodil steze lunaparkov,
in sanje, ki si jih zapisal,
so te jemale kot nov dan.
Dolga stoletja si stal na Golgoti.
Pod nemim nebom, hišo vetra,
so ti besede ranile grlo,
in ti pesnik, ti krvodajalec,
si se sklonil in z rokami,
napisal v pesek pod nogami,
na blede skale pod gorami,
in na orožje neznani armadi,
da se v planetu Zemlji,
nisi zlagal na nobeni grmadi.
In waiting for yourself, brother
Through the long centuries you stood on top of Calvary,
under the silent sky, the house of wind,
you raised your arms to wipe away,
the quiet awe from the eyes,
of sisters and children unknown.
The prophets have left you,
in the roadside temples full of encounters,
on the hollow illusions of carnevals,
and the brothers you abandoned,
led you into the stary night.
You lit fires on the tablelands,
dressed the fields in their maps,
walked the paths of amusement parks,
and the dreams you've written down,
took you as a brand new day.
Through the long centuries you stood on top of Calvary,
under the silent sky, the house of wind,
the words wounded your throat.
And you poet, you giver of blood,
bent down and with your hands,
wrote into the sand between your feet,
upon the pale rock beneath the mountains,
and upon the arms of unknown armies,
that on this planet Earth,
you never lied on any stake.