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SONG OF PROXIMATE BLAMEVáclav Z J Pinkava 译


Je studánka a plná krve
There is a wellspring with blood brimming

a každý z ní už jednou pil
and each has drunk from it before

a někdo zabil moudivláčka
and someone killed a pendulinus

a kdosi strašně ublížil
and someone did great harm therefore



A potom mu to bylo líto
And then he felt regret and sorrow

a do dlaní tu vodu bral
and in his hands cupped water clear

a prohlížel ji proti světlu
and up against the light he scanned it

a moc se bál a neubál
and fearing much held back no fear



A držel ale neudržel
And holding he could not contain it

tu vodu v prstech bože můj
water through fingers my God gone

a v prázdném lomu kámen lámal
and broke stone in the empty quarry

a marně prosil: kamenuj
and begged in vain: himself to stone



A držel ale neudržel
And holding he could not contain it

a bál se ale neubál
and fearing much held back no fear

a studánka je plná krve
and the wellspring is with blood brimming

a každý u ní jednou stál
and each one has stood by too near


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