From the collection On the Wings of Uril (2018)
Weave Me, My Soul
Istkaj mi dušo
Weave me, my soul, a blouse of dreamsfrom matins on the heavenly mountains;weave me, my soul, from your tendernessesa road into the boundless.
That I may never lose my way;or when, weary and dreamless, I long to leave,be my castle and the warm air from the sea,the north star in the night,the fragrant incense of Hilandar,so I may dream awake with drowsy eyes.
Weave me, my soul, a necklace,the loveliest, of pearl and pure amber,that in the pitch-deep day there may shineyour love upon my palm.
— Vera BasorTranslated from the Serbian.
Read the original Serbian
Istkaj mi dušo bluzu od snovaod jutrenja sa nebeskih gora,istkaj mi dušo od nježnosti tvojihput do beskraja.
Da nikada ne zalutam;ili kada umorna i bez snova poželim da odem,budi mi zamak i topli zrak sa mora,zvijezda sjevernjača u noći,i mirisni tamjan sa Hilandara,da budna sanjam očima snenim.
Istkaj mi dušo ogrlicu,najljepšu, od bisera i čistog ćilibara,da u mrklom dubokom danu zasjatvoja ljubav na mome dlanu.