My restless and hungry heart.. Selma Kopic

My restless and hungry heart,

did I please you

by taking you around the wide world?

Have permanently packed suitcases,

unknown areas, faces, paths made you happy?

Both here and there

people are trampling:

they are being born, exist, passing.

And the stories of that eternal flow

are written

all over their forehead,

in the eye,

in movement,

in step,

in their voice.

And I don't have to ask them anything:

I know how to read that letter.

Gift or fate: who will know!

Destiny is it

which follows me everywhere:

because the more I know,

I'm alone more and more.

People, countries, cities,

big and small ups and downs,

all of them took something from me,

and all of them gave me something.

Life caresses and treads me,

and leads, and pushes, and throws.

Wherever I find myself,

I am at home.

Am I where my heart drags me also?

Nemirno, gladno srce moje

Nemirno, gladno srce moje,

jesam li ti ugodio

time što sam te

po svijetu bijelom vodio?

Jesu li te usrećili

stalno spakovani koferi,

nepoznati predjeli,

lica, staze?

I ovdje, i ondje

ljudi gaze:

rađaju se, budu,

prolaze.

A priče o tom vječnom toku

ispisane su im na čelu i u oku,

u pokretima,

u hodu,

u glasu.

I ne moram ih

ništa pitati:

ja znam to pismo

čitati.

Dar ili kob: ko će znati!

Usud je to

koji me svuda prati:

jer sve sam više sam,

to više znam.

Ljudi, zemlje, gradovi,

veliki i mali

usponi i padovi,

svi su mi nešto uzeli,

svi su mi nešto i dali.

Život me i mazi i gazi,

i vodi, i gura, i baca.

Gdje god se nađem,

ja sam kod kuće.

Jesam li i tamo

gdje me srce vuče?