SONG OF PROXIMATE BLAMEVáclav Z J Pinkava 译

PÍSEŇ O NEJBLIŽŠÍ VINĚJan Skácel


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

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

and someone killed a pendulinus
a někdo zabil moudivláčka

and someone did great harm therefore
a kdosi strašně ublížil



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

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

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

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



And holding he could not contain it
A držel ale neudržel

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

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

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



And holding he could not contain it
A držel ale neudržel

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

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

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


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