Larihoe

I´m spelled with shining beauty
that never fades away;
more beauty and sweet charm that
one can barely say;

Glowing face without sprinkles,
pure soul without scars,
and peace from those eyes that
matches that of Stars;

Imagine young meadow fay
with ruffled hair of silk,
her soft moshus-smelling skin
whiter then goat-milk;

Or imagine an angel
with diamond-shining eyes,
whose divine presence
makes you no more wise;

Or picture an enchantress
singing with dear voice;
trapped in her enticing dance,
you have no more choice;

Kissing her warm hands
and white neck of dove;
burning in desire to
give her all my love;

My wild, unpicked cherry,
my untasted cake;
which miracle wouldn´t I do
only for her sake?

But neither´s she an angel,
nor enchantress or fay;
yet thinking of her gorgeousness
my heart wants to play,

And as my mind vanishes
in this delirious state,
my body thrills in warmth
waiting our next date!

Do you remember the meadow full of poppy,
where we´ve left a lot of laid grass behind us;
tall and warm grass,
and tenuous scent of love…
you showed me there for the first time
your ripe strawberries...
only bees and butterflies know about that,
only bees and butterflies...

Do you remember I stealed a kiss from you
somwhere on a lonely bay, on the end of day;
our footsteps and sighs we´ve left in the sand,
the sea-weed glittered in your ruffled hair
and waves were rolling so quietly, so slowly...
only krabs and shells know about that,
only krabs and shells...

And remember the nigt we´ve spent on the stack of
fresh hay, once in sweetish May;
all nigt long through the dark and peace
shiny glow-worms were sheding light
on your sleepy navel;
firs Sun rays woke me up, with my lips on your
naked hips;
only stars and crickets know about that,
only stars and crickets...

I kiss you, squeeze you
while you sit on my knee;
we are both in a fewer since
you came back to me.

Only I know where is hidden
your kindest mole,
and what makes most cheerful
your gentle soul;

and only I know for the
secret place behind your ear;
(when I kiss it slowly,
you always drop a tear);

and where is most tender
your smooth skin;
oh, when I remember,
I fall in a spleen!

And as my hands sink
in your fragrant hair so deep,
you look at me mildly
and call for a sleep;

I`ll pick the brightiest stars
and make a garland for you;
you`ll shine in the morning
like a flower`s dew.

If you want to live in light
First you have to die;
I would like to die with you,
Please, don´t ask me why.

Come with me to secret place,
Aple-trees there bloom;
Wisely choose where will you rest;
Your choice will bear your doom.

If you want to touch the stars,
Your wings have to grow;
I´ll be guiding ray of light
Playing in your brow.

You love better and I love more;
Two angels in affection;
Becoming pain, love burns a cross
Of our ressurection.

Are you sure you want to taste
Sweet fruits from this tree?
I´l try first, and if I die,
My death will set you free.

Hramskoj plesačici

O sestro Aurorina,
Što divotom svojom
Zori dah oduzimaš;

Al ti zveče zlaćane nanogvice
U srazu, dok plešeš
A usna ti drhti snubeć´
Umorne hodočasnike u hramu;

I brahmane udivljeno stoje,
Gledajući igru prstiju
Kćeri Boginje Kaltikeye;

Stopalima nit´ dodirujuć´
Mramor mrki, ko da lebdiš
S anđelima u zagrljaju;

U Sunce se ogrnula;
Pod stopalima ti Mjesec
A oko glave vijenac
Od srebrenih zvijezda;

O paunolika šećer-djevo,
Sva mirisna od ulja
Badema i mirte; stani načas!

Vrteć´ se u bijesnom ritmu
Defa i mridangi
Ne vidjeh ti lice pod koprenom;
Samo sjaj zubiju ko u
Mladoga Mjeseca;

Donijeh ti darove svakojake;
Slasnog voća i mirodija;
I cvijet kumuda-lotosa
Što miriše u vrelim
Noćima Marakeša...

The day I fell in love
I´ll never forget;
That day of sunny March
Your warm eyes I met.

Blooming fields of saffrons
And saffron-coloured sky;
That day I fell in love
And still don´t know why.

´twas neither of your hair;
shining strings of gold,
which even in Heavens
a man cannot behold;

Nor was it of your lips,
source of my despair,
for which eternal pledge
one would gladly declare;

But it was of the mystery
That dwells in your eyes;
For, revealing its secret
Would be the highest prize.

Shine, my sweet, shine,
spread your rays far away;
maybe you could have been mine
had the Lord heard my pray.

Smell, my sweet, smell;
my lips still remember your taste;
I would drink love from your well
if I were now on his place.

Bloom, my sweet, bloom;
may your fragrance rise high;
may it reach Good`s room
and make drunk angels on the sky.

                                    Silent glare