Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

286 · Agron Tufa
Elegy on Light
And the light has emerged, each of its rays
Breaking and shattering like a crystal flute upon the rocks
Swelling in colours all its own.
Forth pours the light, rising
Like dough from sombre troughs.
Moist is the soil, overcast the sky,
At brookside gorge ghostly figures of soldiers
Tousled by rosy fingers.
Streams long gone dry
Gurgle now in a rave of murmurs.
And the light has emerged,
Bales, their golden hay
Tumbling gently
’gainst the tiny cottage windows.
Hastening, the sunlight touches,
Hastens and touches,
Kisses the bell at dawn
With its painted lips.
With sobs of apprehension, I gush:
“Praise be to God for the light
Given unto us, greater than the Illuminator himself!”
Wave after wave, wave after wave,
Its licks with its tongues the body of Aphrodite,
Sweeping night away
Until the sun has seized the summits.