Тhe rosary of my human days
Is coming unstrung, has come unstrung.
Slipping unstoppable
Through my weary fingers,
Are its black and white beads.
And it’s all the same -
light or heavy,
empty or full,
Is coming unstrung, has come unstrung.
Slipping unstoppable
Through my weary fingers,
Are its black and white beads.
And it’s all the same -
light or heavy,
empty or full,
It’s all the same.
They will be swallowed up
Bead by bead
By the unsolved mystery
Of eternal infinity...
Yes, I am sad -
They will be swallowed up
Bead by bead
By the unsolved mystery
Of eternal infinity...
Yes, I am sad -
As anyone headed toward
the end...
But I do not rebel,
Nor am I afraid -
I am grateful:
the end...
But I do not rebel,
Nor am I afraid -
I am grateful:
I was born and I lived on this
Millennial land of ours.
And the sun warmed me
And I tasted her sweetest,
and her most bitter fruit...
Millennial land of ours.
And the sun warmed me
And I tasted her sweetest,
and her most bitter fruit...
And I have rejoiced, and I have suffered much -
yet I never cursed thee,
I blessed thee instead -
Life!
Elisaveta Bagyrana [born Elisaveta Lyubomirova Belcheva] (1893 – 1991) Bulgaria
Translated by Rada Georgieva
Source: On Art and its Histories
yet I never cursed thee,
I blessed thee instead -
Life!
Elisaveta Bagyrana [born Elisaveta Lyubomirova Belcheva] (1893 – 1991) Bulgaria
Translated by Rada Georgieva
Source: On Art and its Histories
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