Ivana Žigon - Prkosna pesma

Translation

I
the servant of God
the Serb
announce willingly
through chains and wires
before the witnesses
Power, Agony and Injustice,
that I am guilty and admit my crime!
I am guilty that I am somebody
and not a nothing and nobody
I am guilty that in a time of general
Serb-hating
I go to an Orthodox church
and make the sign of the cross like this,
with three fingers!..
I am guilty of being
when I ought not to be.
I have been guilty for a long time now
of standing upright
and gaze upon heaven, instead of the grass
I am guilty of having stood up to injustice
I am guilty
of once again honouring my patron saint.
I am guilty of reading and writing Cyrillic
I am guilty of singing, of laughing, and
I am guilty, this I admit,
of knowing what I do not know
and not knowing what I do know.
...

I am guilty, to end with my greatest crime,
I am guilty of being stubborn
and of being an Orthodox
and a follower of Saint Sava and of not believing
in such things as holy crime.
I am guilty
then
of existing
and when already existing and rudely standing
of not admitting that I do not exist.

If I admit that
in order to save my head
I will lose the venerable cross and my patron saint
If I do not admit that
my outlook is bleak
the entire world will harass my nation
Hoards of former people
thieves and vagrants
packs of robots and other monsters
will attack my orchards and fields
and my white house along the road
around which, as the loveliest of maidens,
blossom cherries, apples, and plums.

So here,
I admit this too,
for the salvation of my people.
I no longer exist
remove me from your list
I am from now on only
air, light and water,
three useful elements
And this thing that before you walks and talks
that is what you have made of me!
My enemy with a thousand hands,
a thousand servants and false handmaidens,
you have plucked my sun as you would an apple
and my joy as you would a poppy among the rye.
...

My descendents shall drink despair and bitterness
but yours already drink bitter honey-wine
for the blood money which fills your money belt
from the sale of my ancestral land.
Fate will give you a straight jacket
and then there will come daylight
or the planet will burst from shame
and bury us all in the abyss
You must be very important
you, my dear Land,
and your sisters
Truth and Justice,
since so many powers have arisen against you
since Untruth and Injustice
stand before you with jaws agape.
Hoards of former people
thieves and vagrants
packs of robots and other monsters
already surround your orchards and fields
and my white house along the road
around which, as the loveliest of maidens,
blossom lindens, apples, and plums.
...
What do these warriors of jihad,
of crusade, these farmers
that torture your sons and daughters
seek?
These worldly bands must have heard
that they have golden hearts
so they are removing them
to transplant them into their own torsos
in hopes that they, too, will become people.
...
My respected prosecutors,
my judges and executioners,
you have written out your commandments for me
all over my pupils,
the finest of glass.
The harder it is for my to live,
the easier it will be for me to die.
You have gone too deep into a late, dark night
but you will lynch in vain the most hospitable nation on the planet,
because human hearts,
miracle of miracles,
cannot be transplanted into your inhuman torsos!
...
We do not fear death,
the darkness,
but rather we fear a slave's life and lengthy illness
Death is a frequent occurrence among the Serbs
just like spring, summer, autumn and winter,
and it is no worse
especially by day
than drought, floods, earthquakes, and frost,
when a man meets these on his own land
with censed soul and clear conscience.
...
You who wish us harm,
satiated and mad,
you have forbidden me all in my own home
but nobody can forbid me
to sing and to laugh while dying,
two things you no longer do
even while celebrating marriage
or birth.

Spare me the stake and rope
and crucify me on a mountain top
just as your ancestors crucified my ancestor
Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
I shall watch,
but you close your eyes
otherwise they will burst
from the glow of my face.
Just hurry -
the sooner you crucify me
the sooner I will resurrect!!!

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