A dark horse lies
over the mountain.
A dark horse, a pitch-black horse,
dark underground waters
that gurgle
through the ages.
I
under the horse
darker and dumb
whit frenzy,
stay
the packs of nightmare
as I pass.
What do I lose now?
What do I lose,
now that the air becomes tense
and the giant turtle
drags its way towards me
from the heights?
A dark horse lies over the mountain.
Its hooves in the gorges.
Dark underground waters
that gurgle in the joints,
displacing the ages,
the silence – the moss on them,
through which I flounder.
(How awful
this revelation!)
What do I lose there, what do I
lose, I ask the horse.
Darker, it lies
over the mountain.
Translated by: Zoran Ančevski and Dragi Mihajlovski