We don’t remember the ancient Gods
We don’t remember who was Volos, who was Svetovid
Who were Dajbog and Vesna. And we feel no shame
Not remembering the dreams of yesterday.
We lost the ability to hear the voice of the Ages,
As we lost the wisdom and the sight.
The temple and the cliff are the same for us -
Of our traditions we don’t know a single word.
We do not feel ashamed
Crossing the entrance and the wall
Between new and old times.
We claim to be what we are not,
Each of us has it’s unholy Book.
We ring bells unpaid by sleep.
by Desanka Maksimović
(Some asked for a translation, so here you go! It’s paraphrased and not perfect, so if someone wants to make some suggestions I’m all ears ^^)