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Odime postepeno, prvo so edna negova pesna koja posebno mi se bendisuva - "Gradinar". Kakva shteta, mislam deka ne e (ne sum videl) prevedena na makedonski.
http://members.optusnet.com.au/damir74/tagore.htm
I long to speak the deepest words
I have to say to you; but I dare not,
for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and
shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you
should do so.
I long to tell you the truest words
I have to say to you; but I dare not,
being afraid that you would not
believe them.
That is why I disguise them in
untruth, saying the contrary of what
I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd,
afraid that you should do so.
I long to use the most precious
words I have for you; but I dare
not, fearing I should not be paid with
like value.
That is why I give you hard names
and boast of my callous strength.
I hurt you, for fear you should
never know any pain.
I long to sit silent by you; but I dare
not lest my heart come out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter
lightly and hide my heart behind
words.
I rudely handle my pain, for fear
you should do so.
I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not, for fear my cowardice
should become known to you.
That is why I hold my head high
and carelessly come into your presence.
Constant thrusts from your eyes
keep my pain fresh for ever.
CAR!
http://members.optusnet.com.au/damir74/tagore.htm
I long to speak the deepest words
I have to say to you; but I dare not,
for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and
shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you
should do so.
I long to tell you the truest words
I have to say to you; but I dare not,
being afraid that you would not
believe them.
That is why I disguise them in
untruth, saying the contrary of what
I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd,
afraid that you should do so.
I long to use the most precious
words I have for you; but I dare
not, fearing I should not be paid with
like value.
That is why I give you hard names
and boast of my callous strength.
I hurt you, for fear you should
never know any pain.
I long to sit silent by you; but I dare
not lest my heart come out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter
lightly and hide my heart behind
words.
I rudely handle my pain, for fear
you should do so.
I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not, for fear my cowardice
should become known to you.
That is why I hold my head high
and carelessly come into your presence.
Constant thrusts from your eyes
keep my pain fresh for ever.
CAR!