How light the raindrop's contents are; how gently the world touches me. From View With a Grain of Sand - Wisława Szymborska

Prva ljubav

Kažu,
da je prva ljubav najvažnija.
Veoma romantično,
ali ne u mom slučaju.

Nešto je među nama bilo, i nije bilo,
dogodilo se i zagubilo.

Ne drhte mi ruke,
kad naiđem na sitne uspomene
i svežanj pisama povezan kanapčićem
- iako bi bilo bolje da je mašnicom.

Naš jedini susret, posle mnogo godina,
bio je razgovor dveju stolica
za hladnim stočićem.

Druge ljubavi,
sve dosad, duboko dišu u meni.
Ovoj nedostaje dah da bi uzdahnula.

Međutim, upravo takva kakva je,
uspeva, što ostalim još uvek, ne uspeva:
da me neupamćena,
čak nesanjana,
miri sa smrću.

Nothing's a gift, it's all on loan. I'm drowning in debts up to my ears. I'll have to pay for myself with my self, give up my life for my life.

I’ll never find out now
What A. thought of me.
If B. ever forgave me in the end.
Why C. pretended everything was fine.
What part D. played in E.’s silence.
What F. had been expecting, if anything.
Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well.
What H. had to hide.
What I. wanted to add.
If my being around
meant anything
to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.