The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
OTOK NA JEZERU INISFREE
Ustat ću sada, poći na jezero Inisfree,
Kolibu malu sagradit od gline i od pruća.
Grah u pet redova sadit i košnice dići,
Usred pčelinjeg zuja živjet ću od svanuća.
Tamo ću pronaći mir,a spore ga ure daju,
Kad se pod velom jutra glasi poj zrikavaca.
Ponoć će blistava biti, jutro u purpurnu sjaju,
A večer gusta od sjene što konopljarka baca.
Ustat ću sada i poći, jer vazda ga nalazim
Taj pljusak jezerske vode koja obalu glođe;
Kada na cesti stojim il' sivi pločnik gazim,
U dubini ga srca nosim kamo god pođem.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
OTOK NA JEZERU INISFREE
Ustat ću sada, poći na jezero Inisfree,
Kolibu malu sagradit od gline i od pruća.
Grah u pet redova sadit i košnice dići,
Usred pčelinjeg zuja živjet ću od svanuća.
Tamo ću pronaći mir,a spore ga ure daju,
Kad se pod velom jutra glasi poj zrikavaca.
Ponoć će blistava biti, jutro u purpurnu sjaju,
A večer gusta od sjene što konopljarka baca.
Ustat ću sada i poći, jer vazda ga nalazim
Taj pljusak jezerske vode koja obalu glođe;
Kada na cesti stojim il' sivi pločnik gazim,
U dubini ga srca nosim kamo god pođem.