.
Grateful to the skies
And the darkest nights,
To the moon and stars
That are my night’s lights.
Morning and the Mosques
That wake me unsleeping,
When hopes of new victories
Upon me are awakening.
Through these empyrean gardens
Where black gold is flowing,
No wicked thoughts are growing.
No sadness and hunger,
Resentment and pain,
Here, one can love again.
In the warm desert
Thirsting for love.

Grateful my life,
To the blue infinity of freedom
To the Sun that shines the light
That gilts the sands with golden flames
And the Sea that hums a lullaby
Whose waters rise and fall with tide.
Drown the troubles, surface blessedness,
Here, where every cry diminishes.
Grateful to the Nature, Earth and Water
For the yields,
Sweet fruits,
Bees on flowers,
Honeyed lips,
Coconut in the palms of my hands
And the wild beasts
That emboldened me.
The compassionate
And the charitable.
To the seed of men,
Mothers that birth
Children that warm our hearts
And the old that leave this Earth,
And the snakes that devour the pests,
And the bird that on your shoulder rests,
And a camel that winks with her eye,
That knows how to smile.
So rejoice,
now and not tomorrow.
Rejoice.
May the world be as such,
Life a song without a wail
Serene like a fairytale.



Saša Milivojev