Prayer

Prayer

To This Small and Cold Age
One Man
The Sound of the Soul
Writing a Poem
To the Macedonian Author
Epistle to the Sarajevo Chronicler Izet Sarajlic
Prayer

Before the end of the year
and the closing of the century

Oh God, will you let me be misunderstood
By my contemporaries – whom I scolded like scum!
Will you let me remain shrivelled in fear
And leave this age – scolded by the scolded.

Oh give my compatriots additional prudence
To fully understand me and follow me in silence;
Don’t reprimand them too hard, nor make needless stir,
Teach them to stand upright when I speak!

Make it known, now and forever, WHO is WHO
And let me bear no guilt, as, while alive,
I outspoke only a few, and defeated even fewer.

Oh God, unleash your authority
And, while there’s time, stand by my side
To make me believe that I was a champion of the truth!

(Moscow, December, 1994)

AuthorGane Todorovski
2018-08-21T17:23:45+00:00 April 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 20|0 Comments