أشعر بالخزي | للشاعر أنصار بوكاريتش ، البوسنة والهرسك

I Am Ashamed

I am ashamed,

for we did absolutely nothing,

didn’t even lift a finger

to save them,

to ease their suffering.

We let bloodthirsty beasts

tear them apart mercilessly,

locked in iron chests.

We are a great nothing!

Our morality vanished

with the cries of dying babies,

with the sobs of poor mothers.

And we are faithless,

soulless and worthless,

cynics and losers!

I already feel nauseous

at Western democracy

and the Arab oil platforms!

And they, the Palestinians,

rise when you mention their name!

And as they die, they invoke God,

and as they bleed, they stand in rows

to pray for the last time,

and as they vanish, they do not cease,

even dead, they live on.

Isn’t it a miracle that they still

twitch their legs,

though long since written off!

I am ashamed,

and I fear God!

It would be just

if we were there, instead of them,

where their

bones, blood, and ashes of the burned remain.

Prevod: Gemini

Gornji Vakuf, 19. 04. 2025.

Sramim se

Sramim se,

ama baš ništa nismo uradili,

niti prstom pomakli

da ih spasemo,

da im muke olakšamo.

Pustili smo krvoločnim zvijerima

da ih nemilosrdno rastrgaju,

zaključane u gvozdene kovčege.

Mi smo veliko ništa!

Naš moral je nestao

sa plačem umirućih beba,

s jecajima sirotih majki.

I mi smo bezvjerni,

bezdušni i bezvrijedni,

cinici i gubitnici!

Već mi se povraća

na zapadnu demokratiju

i naftne platforme arapske!

A oni, Palestinci,

ustani kad im ime spomeneš!

I kad umiru, Boga spominju

i kad krvare, staju u safove

da se zadnji put pomole,

i kad nestaju, oni ne prestaju

i mrtvi da žive.

Zar nije čudo da i dalje

nogama trzaju,

a davno su otpisani!

Sramim se

i Boga me strah!

Pravedno bi bilo

da smo mi tamo, umjesto njih,

gdje su ostale njihove

kosti, krv i pepeo sprženih.

Gornji Vakuf, 19. 04. 2025.