SELMA KOPIĆ

SELMA KOPIĆ

The Riddle Of The Words You Keep Quiet

The riddle of the words

you keep quiet

is tormenting my soul.

Uncertainty ignites

the flames of my love,

while yours inevitably goes out.

Sadistic

I enjoy my torment

thinking they were deserved.

The fear of losing you

takes away my ability

to hear,

to distinguish between signs,

to understand

and to accept.

I'm looking

for those eyes of last spring,

one sunrise,

sea and pines.

Then, all of a sudden,

the movie starts swinging too fast ...

What happens?

In an instant,

everything is gone:

joy,

light,

love

and life.

Zagonetka riječi koje šutiš

Zagonetka riječi koje šutiš

muči mi dušu.

Neizvjesnost rasplamsava

plamen ljubavi moje

dok tvoja se

neminovno gasi.

Sadistički uživam u

svojim mukama

misleći da su zaslužene.

Strah da sam te izgubila

oduzima mi sposobnost

da čujem,

da razlikujem znakove,

da shvatim

i prihvatim.

Tražim te oči

lanjskog proljeća,

jedan izlazak sunca,

more i borove.

Onda, odjednom,

film počne

prebrzo da se mota...

Šta bi?

U trenu nestade svega:

radosti,

svjetlosti,

ljubavi i

života.

Let's Run Away

Let’s run away

Again

From the side views

From the views through

From the views from-to

Let's run away

From mocking smiles

From evil tongues

From jealous accusations

Let's run away

From emotional blackmails

From reading between the lines

From poisonous conversations

Let's run away

Let them investigate

Let them seek us

Let them cast spells

Let's run away from them

Again

They just don't understand

anything at all

Pobjegnimo

Pobjegnimo

Opet

Od pogleda ustranu

Od pogleda skroz

Od pogleda kroz

Pobjegnimo

Od podrugljivih osmijeha

Od zlobnih jezika

Od ljubomornih optužbi

Pobjegnimo

Od emocinalnih ucjena

Od čitanja između redova

Od otrovnih razgovora

Pobjegnimo

Neka istražuju

Neka nas traže

Neka gataju

Pobjegnimo im

Opet

Ništa

Oni

Ne shvataju

You Are At Loss

I'm watching

at your bamboo in a pot

which survives despite years,

into a perfume bottle

which I'm sorry to spend.

I listen to your songs

formed in a short rapture after me.

I read my poems

created in the endless rapture for you.

It's raining outside

and it's autumn night in May.

In the cool room, the light is dim,

the sound of a car on a wet road.

In another too long night

I'm telling you how I live,

what worries me,

what bothers me,

what hurts me ...

And that, in time, will pass.

There is little I look forward to,

but days go by and I survive.

I no longer cry for you,

neither do I hope, though.

I still don't even let anyone get close.

Now, quite still, I don't have you.

And that is my final surrender.

And even though

I gave up the battle long ago,

trust me, my dear,

you are at loss.

Ti si na gubitku

Gledam

u tvoj bambus u saksiji

koji se ne da godinama,

u bočicu parfema

koju mi je žao potrošit.

Slušam tvoje pjesme

nastale u kratkom zanosu

za mnom.

Čitam svoje pjesme

nastale u neprolaznom zanosu

za tobom.

Vani je kiša i jesenja noć u maju,

u prohladnoj sobi škrto svjetlo,

zvuk automobila na vlažnoj cesti.

U još jednoj predugoj noći

pričam ti kako živim,

šta me muči,

šta mi smeta,

šta me boli...

I to će, vremenom, proći.

Malo čemu se radujem,

al' idu dani, a ja opstajem.

Više za tobom ne plačem

nit ti se nadam,

mada još uvijek nikom blizu ne dam.

Sad sasvim mirno te nemam

i to je moja konačna predaja.

I iako sam odavno predala bitku,

vjeruj mi, dragi moj,

ti si na gubitku.

Silent Dying

You're reading a book

up to thirty pages.

The next day

you don't know where you left off

nor what did you read ...

You hear an outdoor concert

and you would be so happy to be there,

but you are too lazy

to awaken in yourself that grain of youth

when it was enough

hop into jeans and sneakers

and leave.

You're watching the seasons change

through small window panes

and you see the bits,

and you rewind the pictures in your head:

bare feet on irrigated grass,

rustle the leaves under your feet,

a trail in the snow you used to leave

behind you ...

You're watching a movie

and you become a participant yourself

in some scenes:

you travel,

you tidy the garden,

you drive a car on the open road,

you never know

who are you going to meet next ...?

And you fall in love ...

Crazy, crazy, you fall in love.

And when you lie down,

the dream does not come to the eyes.

You're thinking:

How long, my God, did I get with that book?

How was it at the concert?

What is the season?

Why didn't the two of them stay together,

at least in the movie,

when we didn't stay together in life?

Well, that condition,

that condition, is called

silent dying.

Tiho umiranje

Čitaš knjigu do tridesete strane.

Sutradan ne znaš dokle si stao

ni šta si pročitao...

Čuješ koncert na otvorenom

i tako bi rado tamo bio,

al' ne da ti se da probudiš u sebi

ono zrno mladosti

kad je bilo dovoljno

uskočiti u farmerice i patike

i otići.

Posmatraš smjenu godišnjih doba

kroz mala prozorska okna

i vidiš djeliće,

a u glavi premotavaš slike

bosih nogu po orošenoj travi,

šuštanje lišća pod tvojim stopama,

prtinu u snijegu

koju si nekad znao ostavljati

za sobom...

Gledaš film

i postaješ i sam sudionik

u nekim scenama:

putuješ, uređuješ vrt, voziš auto

na otvorenoj cesti,

nikad ne znaš

koga ćeš slijedećeg sresti...

Pa se i zaljubiš...

Ludo, ludo se zaljubiš.

A kad legneš,

a san neće na oči.

Razmišljaš:

Dokle, bože, stigoh sa

onom knjigom?

Kako li bi na koncertu?

Koje li je godišnje doba?

Zašto ne ostaše zajedno

ono dvoje,

bar u filmu,

kad mi ne ostasmo u životu?

E, to stanje,

to stanje

zove se tiho umiranje.

SELMA KOPIĆ

SELMA KOPIĆ: Professor of Bosnian Language and Literature. Birthday: April 13, 1962. Place of birth: Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina Foreign language: English. Awards and representation of my works: • First prize for the story on the occasion of World Week ''Every child needs a teacher'', Tuzla, 2006. • THIRD AWARD '' Mak Dizdar '' for an unpublished collection of poems ''Puzzle'',  Stolac, BiH, 2008. (Croatian Cultural Society ''Progress'' Tuzla published 10 poems from this collection in the Gradovrh Yearbook) • Third ‘’Tihomir Lesic’’ Award for Newspaper Story, "Tuzlanski list", Tuzla, BiH, 2008. • ''The most beautiful songs of the region'', ''Avlija'' Rozaje, Montenegro, 2014. • "Knight of European Poetry", PEN Center, Sarajevo, BiH, my poem is selected among the top 10, 2014. • ''The most beautiful songs of the region'', ''Avlija'' Rozaje, Montenegro, 2015. • Competition of Love ''Songs of Songs'', Mrkonjic Grad, BiH, Award for the most beautiful love poem about longing, 2016. • 102 poems dedicated to the great poet, The Musa Ćazim Ćatić Literary Prize, Odzak, BiH-Munich, Germany, Anthology '' Das am onaj tihi lahor'', 2017. • Contest of Love '' Songs over Songs '', Mrkonjic Grad, BiH, Award or the most emotional love poem, 2018. • 142 selected poems dedicated to the great poet, Literary Prize "Musa Ćazim Ćatić", Odžak, BiH - Munich, Germany, Anthology ‘’Ne gledaj me, ljepote ti tvoje", 2019 . • The contest of love '' Songs over songs '', Mrkonjic Grad, BiH, Award for the most emotional love poem, 2019. • Competition of ''Miroslav Mika Antic'' Association Inđija, Serbia, Anthology '' Garavi sokak '', three songs, 2019. • 142 poems dedicated to the great poet, Musa Ćazim Ćatić Literary Prize, Odžak, BiH-Munich, Germany, anthology in preparation, 2020. • Yearbook of the ''Revival'' Municipal Society of Gracanica, Bosnia and Herzegovina, prose, Magazine '' Avlija '', 2020.